the dark star
"You aren't the only one by far, at least." Ronin flashes her a world-weary sort of smile, the Star resisting the urge to lean back on his hands as if they're just chatting to one another. Or to offer her a fist-bump, a sort of solidarity, bro gesture. He has to resist the urge to snark about her warming up the stethoscope first, glancing away towards where Sugar has made herself thoroughly comfortable. "An oUtLaNdEr thing, huh?" He scoffs. "That's presumptive of you, isn't it? Assuming we are all the same."
Doctor Hart instructs him to lay on his back, and Ronin absolutely raises his eyebrows at her in an expression that's as close to playful as he can make it under the circumstances. "Be gentle with me, doctor," he says, tittering to himself before lying down so she might continue her examination.
"Mm, fully recovered. It's this that I'm worried he won't recover from," he admits, trying to watch as her fingers feel down his ribs. "Why would it hurt?" he asks, peeking up as if he might see anything broken. But it's just ink and mottled scar tissue from where the Voice done got him. And, y'know, hand shaped bruises. But that's what sexual escapades in the woods get you.
Doctor Hart instructs him to lay on his back, and Ronin absolutely raises his eyebrows at her in an expression that's as close to playful as he can make it under the circumstances. "Be gentle with me, doctor," he says, tittering to himself before lying down so she might continue her examination.
"Mm, fully recovered. It's this that I'm worried he won't recover from," he admits, trying to watch as her fingers feel down his ribs. "Why would it hurt?" he asks, peeking up as if he might see anything broken. But it's just ink and mottled scar tissue from where the Voice done got him. And, y'know, hand shaped bruises. But that's what sexual escapades in the woods get you.
a monster in my heart
a ghost inside my chest
a ghost inside my chest
RONIN
