the dark star
"Mm, Autumn. It's... mostly like the Greatwood, actually. The leaves drop from the trees, but they turn all kinds of warm colours, first. Red, orange, yellow, brown..." He smiles at the memories of them from just a few days ago. "The days get cooler, and crisp. The days grow shorter, the nights draw in. Prepares you for the winter - I mean, Deepfrost. We have no Longnight, though. That was a surprise." The tone of his voice drops to something almost monotone, suddenly, Ronin stumbling blind into his own worst memories by accident.
Luckily it's difficult not to recover when the doctor tries to grab his feet, and Ronin is snickering and forcing himself to hold still as she grips his toes and gives him the stern-doctor-Hart-voice. "I wouldn't - I might just enjoy it," he remarks, a soft glow of starlight starting to suffuse his skin from the unexpected glee of the moment. There's wearing one's heart on one's sleeve, and then there's whatever the fuck is going on with the Star.
Luckily it's difficult not to recover when the doctor tries to grab his feet, and Ronin is snickering and forcing himself to hold still as she grips his toes and gives him the stern-doctor-Hart-voice. "I wouldn't - I might just enjoy it," he remarks, a soft glow of starlight starting to suffuse his skin from the unexpected glee of the moment. There's wearing one's heart on one's sleeve, and then there's whatever the fuck is going on with the Star.
a monster in my heart
a ghost inside my chest
a ghost inside my chest
RONIN
