RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
”I didn’t really check,” Ronin admits, even more distracted now than when they opened the conversation. It might be cold and it might be wet, but damn if the Star is paying attention. It has been so long, given how much the pair are usually all over each other, and he’d much prefer to talk about what they can get accomplished in the time before he has to wake up than... anything else, honestly.
Who would he choose, though? Ronin tilts his head, trying to offer as much of himself as possible to Remi’s lips, and it’s like thinking through soup, trying to answer the other man’s question. ”Mm... Jata maybe. Vai’s new man seems like he’s got his head on straight. He knows Torchline pretty well, too,” he mumbles. ”Reckon the people would trust him more’n an Arbiter. Everyone’s got a role to play. Right now yours is putting your hands down my pants.”
Who would he choose, though? Ronin tilts his head, trying to offer as much of himself as possible to Remi’s lips, and it’s like thinking through soup, trying to answer the other man’s question. ”Mm... Jata maybe. Vai’s new man seems like he’s got his head on straight. He knows Torchline pretty well, too,” he mumbles. ”Reckon the people would trust him more’n an Arbiter. Everyone’s got a role to play. Right now yours is putting your hands down my pants.”
show me your darkness.
