RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
Ronin can’t remember if he has ever been ice skating in his life. But here in the twilight world of dreams, he can do anything. And so he drops from his own sleep and into his husband’s blazing a trail of starlight on ice, sweeping in a wide arc and cutting through darkness to find the man he loves. If he was glowing before, he’s beaming now, the Star’s expression one of joy and excitement as carves figures of eight in glittering clarity.
”Remi!” he calls, a glassy lake spanning out around him as his imagination fills in the details, his usual clothing replaced with something more befitting the snow; fur-lined and billowing around him, he might have stepped straight out of DeepFrost. ”Remi, there’s a cure!”
”Remi!” he calls, a glassy lake spanning out around him as his imagination fills in the details, his usual clothing replaced with something more befitting the snow; fur-lined and billowing around him, he might have stepped straight out of DeepFrost. ”Remi, there’s a cure!”
show me your darkness.
