RONIN
the darkstar
”I see,” Ronin drawls, grinning. ”If that’s the case - Remi Taliesin, will you do me the honour of never stuffing an unfolded shirt into a bag again? I’m willing to shoulder that particular burden.” He snorts, as if to ask how Remi turning out the way he has is anything to do with it, given that as infants they were likely all privy to the same nipple sucking. Ah, but then there are three rows of teeth snapping his way, and Ronin huffs out a breath that blows his dark hair off his forehead.
”You are the sweetest man I’ve ever met,” he says to the Lullaby. ”You’re also fucking nightmare fuel.” So saying, he feeds the rest of the burrito to Remi so he can’t offer any sly quips (at least not for a couple of seconds). ”If I lose my fingers to Sugar - or to you - then I absolutely deserve it,” he says breezily, taking their plates (and Ianto’s empty one) back into the wagon to wash up.
”Obviously we’ll say yes,” he calls back through the open door. ”The place has got my curiosity piqued. I’d quite like to see it, wouldn’t you?” None of his response suggests that they’ll be there because of the Order, or permanently.
”You are the sweetest man I’ve ever met,” he says to the Lullaby. ”You’re also fucking nightmare fuel.” So saying, he feeds the rest of the burrito to Remi so he can’t offer any sly quips (at least not for a couple of seconds). ”If I lose my fingers to Sugar - or to you - then I absolutely deserve it,” he says breezily, taking their plates (and Ianto’s empty one) back into the wagon to wash up.
”Obviously we’ll say yes,” he calls back through the open door. ”The place has got my curiosity piqued. I’d quite like to see it, wouldn’t you?” None of his response suggests that they’ll be there because of the Order, or permanently.
