even my darkness shines for you
"I wasn't jousting. It was... uh..." The Star is obviously all out of wit by now, but such is the case when one is drunk, bleeding and thinking about blowjobs. "Sorry," he manages in a sing-song voice as he realises he's dragging her to the ground as well, though he does absolutely nothing about it. Sugar finally unfurls from Tobi's shoulder so she can work better, worming her way around Ronin's neck instead to try and keep him from doing anything worse.
Struggling to focus - but at least keeping very and appropriately still as she produces the scissors - Ronin raises his eyebrows at the name she uses. "Picawho?" he wonders, before grumbling as the leathers fall away. "That was hard to find," he complains; the weight of the thing will probably drag the rest of his clothes off even if she doesn't do it for him. Soon enough it's just scars and the wonderful punch of a spear through his shoulder. At least it's not on the tattooed side.
"I've got a real complicated relationship with stars," he mumbles, almost like it's a confession. "I love them. I feel guilty about them. I feel watched by them."
Struggling to focus - but at least keeping very and appropriately still as she produces the scissors - Ronin raises his eyebrows at the name she uses. "Picawho?" he wonders, before grumbling as the leathers fall away. "That was hard to find," he complains; the weight of the thing will probably drag the rest of his clothes off even if she doesn't do it for him. Soon enough it's just scars and the wonderful punch of a spear through his shoulder. At least it's not on the tattooed side.
"I've got a real complicated relationship with stars," he mumbles, almost like it's a confession. "I love them. I feel guilty about them. I feel watched by them."
the
DARKSTAR
