RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
The man in the soldier's bed is showered and has recently tamed his bedraggled beard into its usual scruff, so even if everything else has changed, Ronin still looks the same. If his sleep is deep enough to dream, deep enough for Remi to slip through and appear, then although he stirs at the weight in his bed, it takes a little longer before he comes around. He rolls over in the cot, but when his eyes blink open it doesn't take much for him to lurch up into a sitting position.
It's like his body seeks it out, when the darkness is more than darkness. When the air smells like the woods, like salt and copper and spice, and it's enough for him to start looking around. And when his eyes find Remi, even half shrouded in shadow, the starlight that cracks out of Ronin is unlike anything his dazzle has ever achieved previously. It's a fractured, broken sort of light that heaves out of him, fading and intensifying by degrees without ever going out.
"Mateo is with Vai," he says through a voice that suddenly wants to close around the words. "I don't have him with me right now, sorry." Because that's the only reason Remi could be here, surely.
It's like his body seeks it out, when the darkness is more than darkness. When the air smells like the woods, like salt and copper and spice, and it's enough for him to start looking around. And when his eyes find Remi, even half shrouded in shadow, the starlight that cracks out of Ronin is unlike anything his dazzle has ever achieved previously. It's a fractured, broken sort of light that heaves out of him, fading and intensifying by degrees without ever going out.
"Mateo is with Vai," he says through a voice that suddenly wants to close around the words. "I don't have him with me right now, sorry." Because that's the only reason Remi could be here, surely.
show me your darkness.
