everything has its wonders
”Mm...” Ronin’s agreement might be monosyllabic, but his lips do soften against Remi’s. For a moment the touch between them will allow the Star’s tightly wound anger to leak through; electric white frustration at having to hold his tongue against conversations he wants and needs to have with Remi; the swamp grey sensation of being an other, an extra to whatever Lullaby and Shield are sharing. There’s the hot threads of desperate love warring with the mires of possessiveness, and the pale shadows of regret and resentment overshadowing it all.
Ronin is a mess. And then he is asleep.
When his eyes blink open he’s on a violet shore he doesn’t recognise, and he can sense Remi and Amalia out of the corner of his eye. His hands are wedged in his pockets and he absently nibbles at the inside of his cheek as he watches the waves lap to and fro. ”I’m glad he was able to help you,” he says quietly. ”If it’s all the same, now is not a good time for me to talk.”
Ronin is a mess. And then he is asleep.
When his eyes blink open he’s on a violet shore he doesn’t recognise, and he can sense Remi and Amalia out of the corner of his eye. His hands are wedged in his pockets and he absently nibbles at the inside of his cheek as he watches the waves lap to and fro. ”I’m glad he was able to help you,” he says quietly. ”If it’s all the same, now is not a good time for me to talk.”
even darkness and silence
