RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
Ronin's lips part to interject right back, but Remi is already wordlessly apologising, and it's not needed. He's right - there has been time. He listens, as the other man speaks, ruffling a hand through his hair and tilting his head back to look at the ceiling as well. If honesty is the course they're readjusting to, right now, then he figures he'd better gear up for a conversation that feels like sunburn. Honestly, Ronin still isn't certain where the conversation is going - because Remi has already ended it, as far as he remembers - but at least they're talking.
"You never said." He doesn't mean for it to come out like an accusation, and he holds up a hand to retract the words. "We never discussed the details. It was just... go ahead. Go and fuck whoever you want. I didn't know if you'd want to know, if you cared... I never know if you care, these days," he confesses. "It's just darkness and violence, dream worlds and looking like you're fine while you go feral in the woods." He swipes at his cheeks.
Ever since the blight? That stings, and it shows in the Star's face that, whether or not Remi intends to wound with his words, they strike home. "It didn't feel like pretending to me," he whispers.
"You never said." He doesn't mean for it to come out like an accusation, and he holds up a hand to retract the words. "We never discussed the details. It was just... go ahead. Go and fuck whoever you want. I didn't know if you'd want to know, if you cared... I never know if you care, these days," he confesses. "It's just darkness and violence, dream worlds and looking like you're fine while you go feral in the woods." He swipes at his cheeks.
Ever since the blight? That stings, and it shows in the Star's face that, whether or not Remi intends to wound with his words, they strike home. "It didn't feel like pretending to me," he whispers.
show me your darkness.
