RONIN
the darkstar
Ronin can taste copper with how hard he’s biting his cheek, and he exhales a trembling breath that barely keeps his frustration in check. Remi doesn’t deserve any of this, he needs patience and care and all the things Ronin is usually good at giving him, but as he’s accused of not giving a damn, the Star feels his breath stutter in his chest. ”What did you say?” he whispers, eyes narrowing.
”Yes, you can wait. And you can stay there, and quit getting up and wandering the fuck everywhere, so I know that you’re safe and not dead or killing people. You underst—”
Ronin is cut off by the ceramic clonk of Sugar dropping an (empty) bowl of ice cream directly on top of Remi, the reptile having taken it upon herself to eat while the two men argued. The betrayal earns a thoroughly shocked glare from Ronin, who wonders when the fuck she got so ballsy. ”Are you alright?” he asks Remi.
”Yes, you can wait. And you can stay there, and quit getting up and wandering the fuck everywhere, so I know that you’re safe and not dead or killing people. You underst—”
Ronin is cut off by the ceramic clonk of Sugar dropping an (empty) bowl of ice cream directly on top of Remi, the reptile having taken it upon herself to eat while the two men argued. The betrayal earns a thoroughly shocked glare from Ronin, who wonders when the fuck she got so ballsy. ”Are you alright?” he asks Remi.
