the dark star
"I'm a real treasure, it's true," Ronin said, tipping the other man a charming wink for his trouble. Remi's considerations about Aoife were a good point; her missed chances to figure out the things she might have liked, or disliked, or... anything really, and Ronin nodded in quiet agreement. "Yes, I suppose there is that. All we have are the memories of what might have been." But it was better than nothing at all, right?
For Ronin, the projection was a true extension of himself, so he felt no such qualms about dismissing it and summoning it at will. Besides, they had what they needed now, and he grinned as he watched Remi pour glitter into the paint. "Well said," he agreed, choosing a (now glittery) shade of cobalt blue for himself, quickly coating his palm with it and reaching out to press it to the paper Remi had summoned.
"Mine's bigger," he said with a filthy smirk.
For Ronin, the projection was a true extension of himself, so he felt no such qualms about dismissing it and summoning it at will. Besides, they had what they needed now, and he grinned as he watched Remi pour glitter into the paint. "Well said," he agreed, choosing a (now glittery) shade of cobalt blue for himself, quickly coating his palm with it and reaching out to press it to the paper Remi had summoned.
"Mine's bigger," he said with a filthy smirk.
a monster in my heart
a ghost inside my chest
a ghost inside my chest
RONIN
