RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
Remi snaps and Ronin raises his eyebrows, shoulders and neck stiffening a touch, as if to tell him to go ahead. To lose it and rage, to deliver the physical blows now that the emotional ones had been given a second to heal. Indeed, his blue eyes are like shards of flint as he watches the other man master his temper, and he almost wants him not to bother. He almost wants the fight. Maybe this is where it was always leading. Maybe dying by Remi's hand would be almost nice.
But they settle on not looking at each other, Ronin gazing out at the moon and shifting to sit against the pillows on the bed, trying to bring himself around from the remnants of sleep. "It used to be more than that," he murmurs. "A lot more than that. But you're right... I think that's what we have been doing. There hasn't been time for..." Anything else. Any of the important conversations they should be having. "Every time I've seen you I've just wanted to... make it alright, I suppose."
But they settle on not looking at each other, Ronin gazing out at the moon and shifting to sit against the pillows on the bed, trying to bring himself around from the remnants of sleep. "It used to be more than that," he murmurs. "A lot more than that. But you're right... I think that's what we have been doing. There hasn't been time for..." Anything else. Any of the important conversations they should be having. "Every time I've seen you I've just wanted to... make it alright, I suppose."
show me your darkness.
