RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
God it's hard to look at this man. Ronin rubs at his eyes and pinches at the bridge of his nose, first and foremost, taking a few deep breaths as if that and the pain and pressure from his fingers might calm down the light that keeps splintering out of him. Once he thinks he has it under control enough to look at Remi, he's pushed over the edge again by the other man's words. Ronin shakes his head, chewing at the inside of his cheek hard enough to taste copper, if only so that his voice might remain steady when he does speak.
"You already did," he half whispers, his tone gruff and his voice lower than it ought to be in his attempt to keep composure. Remi had been clear, in his letters. He couldn't do this. Ronin wasn't in his corner, wasn't on his side.
I want to find you, the Star had said. Please don't do this. A door that Ronin had tried to keep open to reach his husband; one that slammed hard enough back at him to break his fingers. Fumbling, Ronin reaches for a lantern to light, at least providing some consistency to the illumination in the room.
"I don't know what to say to you."
"You already did," he half whispers, his tone gruff and his voice lower than it ought to be in his attempt to keep composure. Remi had been clear, in his letters. He couldn't do this. Ronin wasn't in his corner, wasn't on his side.
I want to find you, the Star had said. Please don't do this. A door that Ronin had tried to keep open to reach his husband; one that slammed hard enough back at him to break his fingers. Fumbling, Ronin reaches for a lantern to light, at least providing some consistency to the illumination in the room.
"I don't know what to say to you."
show me your darkness.
