RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
"Ronin. And that's Remi." The Star nods to his husband, scritching Sugar under the chin as he explains and glancing between the two of them for their preparations. Rather than a mask, Ronin wraps a scarf around his face and draws up the hood of the coat he's wearing; his dragon snuggles up around his neck, happy to shield herself from the coming storm. Then he whistles to the sky, calling down his nimbus and hopping on it.
"If your wings get hurt, there's room for two on here!" he calls to the Fae - Remi, presumably, is enough of a beast not to need his husbands silly, fluffy clouds. Unless it's for fun, or on a date. Without further ado, he heads due west after the two of them, shooting along on the nimbus with his senses sharp for anything untoward.
Rony covers his face with a scarf and rides his nimbus into the storm!
"If your wings get hurt, there's room for two on here!" he calls to the Fae - Remi, presumably, is enough of a beast not to need his husbands silly, fluffy clouds. Unless it's for fun, or on a date. Without further ado, he heads due west after the two of them, shooting along on the nimbus with his senses sharp for anything untoward.
Rony covers his face with a scarf and rides his nimbus into the storm!
show me your darkness.
