RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
Too relieved and upset to be furious just yet, Ronin almost feels a laugh try to bubble up at the back of his throat. Because it's funny in a sick sort of way, that having these sorts of conversations, far from making things more difficult for the two of them, has the ability, just perhaps, to save them both.
"You were there?" he asks, but Remi is already explaining, and the Star slumps further against the wall as if he's trying to sink right into it. It makes something twist and squeeze in the pit of his stomach, to hear the other man speak so. He isn't sure if it's relief or fear or shame for what Remi has become, until eventually it settles on a warmth that he can only recognise as love.
"...And do you believe that?" he whispers. "That I can hold you accountable? Because I think I've been doing a terrible job of it so far. But I want to be that person for you, if you'll let me." Ronin almost wants to smile, but he isn't quite able to. But he can see it now in his mind's eye - Vi, the stoic deity they'd encountered at the Celestine; Safrin in her starlit beauty and Remi. Remi on wings of a hawk with the heavens as a backdrop, pleading to the highest of authorities on both of their behalfs.
Then it comes to Stormbreak, it comes to the Order, and Ronin nods gravely. "Yes," he murmurs. "At least for now, anyway. And I..." He inhales deeply. "I'd like you to live here too. I know you've got everything with the Greatwood - I don't want to get in the way of that. But I... I want to live with you again."
Scrunching his nose, Ronin waves a hand away at the prospect of the Seras of the world. "Why does it have to be about being the best? Why can't it just be for you?" he asks. "Some things can just be... enjoyed, you know?"
Rubbing at his forehead, the Star nods his understanding to Remi. "Ah... well, then. No, Remi. I'm not in love with anyone else. Just you," he mumbles. "And I would be surprised if you didn't love Isla, with all that you've been to each other..."
"You were there?" he asks, but Remi is already explaining, and the Star slumps further against the wall as if he's trying to sink right into it. It makes something twist and squeeze in the pit of his stomach, to hear the other man speak so. He isn't sure if it's relief or fear or shame for what Remi has become, until eventually it settles on a warmth that he can only recognise as love.
"...And do you believe that?" he whispers. "That I can hold you accountable? Because I think I've been doing a terrible job of it so far. But I want to be that person for you, if you'll let me." Ronin almost wants to smile, but he isn't quite able to. But he can see it now in his mind's eye - Vi, the stoic deity they'd encountered at the Celestine; Safrin in her starlit beauty and Remi. Remi on wings of a hawk with the heavens as a backdrop, pleading to the highest of authorities on both of their behalfs.
Then it comes to Stormbreak, it comes to the Order, and Ronin nods gravely. "Yes," he murmurs. "At least for now, anyway. And I..." He inhales deeply. "I'd like you to live here too. I know you've got everything with the Greatwood - I don't want to get in the way of that. But I... I want to live with you again."
Scrunching his nose, Ronin waves a hand away at the prospect of the Seras of the world. "Why does it have to be about being the best? Why can't it just be for you?" he asks. "Some things can just be... enjoyed, you know?"
Rubbing at his forehead, the Star nods his understanding to Remi. "Ah... well, then. No, Remi. I'm not in love with anyone else. Just you," he mumbles. "And I would be surprised if you didn't love Isla, with all that you've been to each other..."
show me your darkness.
