RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
"I'd like to think I could stop you," Ronin agrees softly, though it hurts him to even dream about a day where that would need to be the case. "But I also like to think that maybe it would never come to physical blows, if that's the case." To be able to reason things through with Remi - yes, exactly like now, a patronising little voice in the back of his mind says - would mean more than physically having to pin him down. He lifts his eyes just in time to catch Remi's, even if completely by accident, and gods but he wants to reach for the other man in that moment. His knuckles grow white against his knees.
He almost expects the refusal, and unlike in prior times where a quick quip and a joke and it would be over, Ronin doesn't try to hide his disappointment. "After all we've just talked about, but it's the racism that really gets you," he drawls, raising his eyebrows but nonetheless accepting his husband's decision. "Much as I'd want you to live here with me, you'd only be resentful if it wasn't a choice you made," he agrees.
Though there is something they could do, perhaps. And Ronin is about to suggest it when a dirty sock - his dirty sock, to add insult to injury - smacks him in the face. "I will not," he says petulantly, peeling the filthy thing away. "That tasted how your armpits smell," he grumbles.
"Anyway, what I was going to suggest was that you lived on a skyboat and travelled between. We are trying to establish travel routes in and out of Stormbreak, to reduce the need for portals. Skyboats seem to be the best option."
He almost expects the refusal, and unlike in prior times where a quick quip and a joke and it would be over, Ronin doesn't try to hide his disappointment. "After all we've just talked about, but it's the racism that really gets you," he drawls, raising his eyebrows but nonetheless accepting his husband's decision. "Much as I'd want you to live here with me, you'd only be resentful if it wasn't a choice you made," he agrees.
Though there is something they could do, perhaps. And Ronin is about to suggest it when a dirty sock - his dirty sock, to add insult to injury - smacks him in the face. "I will not," he says petulantly, peeling the filthy thing away. "That tasted how your armpits smell," he grumbles.
"Anyway, what I was going to suggest was that you lived on a skyboat and travelled between. We are trying to establish travel routes in and out of Stormbreak, to reduce the need for portals. Skyboats seem to be the best option."
show me your darkness.
