RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
That's the thing, though, with all of this. They need to figure it out, because they've done the alternative, the pretending it's perfect, and that doesn't work either. The not knowing, the potential for it all to go wrong... it's important. It's a constant work in progress. It's a line they'll be living on for the rest of their lives, if they choose to walk the path together.
Ronin is quiet to give Remi all the space to explain that he's able, the quiet fracturing of starlight out of his body casting ghoulish shadows across the walls. He manages to sit himself up as well, to draw in a full breath and to wipe at wet cheeks. Slowly, he nods. "That makes sense," he says softly. "For the first time since we became all of this, it makes sense. I didn't - I couldn't get it. And it would be easier if I were a predator."
A sad laugh almost hiccups from his lips. "I don't suppose phoenixes are predators, though," he mutters, pressing a finger into the palm of the opposite hand, stifling down the urge for feathers to spring out of his fingers. "Safrin returned my power. She gave me a new shift. I didn't have to sleep with her." An odd combination of phrases to be sure, but hopefully it conveys what Ronin means.
Silently, he grabs at one of the extra blankets on the bed, offering it down so Remi doesn't have to sit naked on the cold floor. "I don't like it either," he confesses. "Especially when it's so often hypocritical. I'm not a saviour. But you're not a villain, either. It feels like you give up too easily, these days, on people. On wanting to be part of things. Like the Lullaby is an excuse not to bother."
Ronin is quiet to give Remi all the space to explain that he's able, the quiet fracturing of starlight out of his body casting ghoulish shadows across the walls. He manages to sit himself up as well, to draw in a full breath and to wipe at wet cheeks. Slowly, he nods. "That makes sense," he says softly. "For the first time since we became all of this, it makes sense. I didn't - I couldn't get it. And it would be easier if I were a predator."
A sad laugh almost hiccups from his lips. "I don't suppose phoenixes are predators, though," he mutters, pressing a finger into the palm of the opposite hand, stifling down the urge for feathers to spring out of his fingers. "Safrin returned my power. She gave me a new shift. I didn't have to sleep with her." An odd combination of phrases to be sure, but hopefully it conveys what Ronin means.
Silently, he grabs at one of the extra blankets on the bed, offering it down so Remi doesn't have to sit naked on the cold floor. "I don't like it either," he confesses. "Especially when it's so often hypocritical. I'm not a saviour. But you're not a villain, either. It feels like you give up too easily, these days, on people. On wanting to be part of things. Like the Lullaby is an excuse not to bother."
show me your darkness.
