RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
There are tears on Ronin’s cheeks as well, the Star sniffing and swiping them away as he shifts uncomfortably to his knees. He is still shining brightly, starlight casting a halo around them that is all that stands between madness and sanity. He almost flinches at Remi’s words, like he’s been slapped; to read between lines, they sound so much like I don’t want you here and you aren’t enough, and he doesn’t know how to respond.
So he simply peels himself away and rises to his feet, clothing materialising around him to try and still the shivers that want to rack through his form. ”I love you,” he says, his tone making the words sound tragic, like a death sentence. ”Wait for me, please.”
So he simply peels himself away and rises to his feet, clothing materialising around him to try and still the shivers that want to rack through his form. ”I love you,” he says, his tone making the words sound tragic, like a death sentence. ”Wait for me, please.”
show me your darkness.
