RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
Ronin raises his eyebrows in a perfect caricature of unimpressed baron, trying to look as haughty as he’s being painted out but ruining it entirely with the smile that keeps trying to creep across his face. He should be more mindful of Remi’s misgivings about this Frey-given cure, but nothing seems capable of dampening his mood tonight. Indeed, he chuckles at the curses that sing through the air around them, reaching out to pluck one of the charred marshmallows from the stick, having to toss it between his hands to stop from getting burned.
”About the same amount as Ludo, Safrin, Vi, Mort, Rae... or any others we’ve missed somehow.” Ronin shrugs his shoulders, blowing on the over-toasted treat before popping it in his mouth. His reply is clear - does it matter? Since when has one god been better or worse than another when it comes to this kind of shitfuckery? ”You’ve sold me on these,” he says of burned marshmallows, licking his fingers.
”About the same amount as Ludo, Safrin, Vi, Mort, Rae... or any others we’ve missed somehow.” Ronin shrugs his shoulders, blowing on the over-toasted treat before popping it in his mouth. His reply is clear - does it matter? Since when has one god been better or worse than another when it comes to this kind of shitfuckery? ”You’ve sold me on these,” he says of burned marshmallows, licking his fingers.
show me your darkness.
