RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
"No, not a crutch. Or a babysitter, or a guard. Just... yours. To argue with, and to have difficult conversations with, and to build a life with however we can." Ronin's smile is wobbly at best. "I just feel so stupid. It's so obvious now, all the things we were doing to cover up problems." It makes him feel sick with it, honestly. That so much was lost - was nearly lost? - for the sake of a few honest words.
Ronin wrinkles his nose, and it's more a realisation than anything else. "Oh gods, that's why I don't mind it so much, isn't it?" He winces. "It's just more of the same, for me. Ew." Baron Taliesin, here to stay apparently. "I don't blame you for wanting nothing to do with it, in that case. But... even if it's just visiting. Not all of the people are terrible. And it would do you good to be around more than just trees."
He tries and fails not to smile at Remi's remark; the warmth of a joke between them is almost a desperate thing for Ronin, something he seeks out like a man trying to warm his hands in the snow. "Knowing that I have such trouble, you'd think you'd wash them more often," he says, sniffing right back.
Scoffing, then, he shakes his head. "You made yourself a pirate. I merely mentioned living in the skyboat. And I believe the term is mooring, when it's a boat. You'd have to moor your ship above Jack's, likely by dropping an anchor into it."
Ronin wrinkles his nose, and it's more a realisation than anything else. "Oh gods, that's why I don't mind it so much, isn't it?" He winces. "It's just more of the same, for me. Ew." Baron Taliesin, here to stay apparently. "I don't blame you for wanting nothing to do with it, in that case. But... even if it's just visiting. Not all of the people are terrible. And it would do you good to be around more than just trees."
He tries and fails not to smile at Remi's remark; the warmth of a joke between them is almost a desperate thing for Ronin, something he seeks out like a man trying to warm his hands in the snow. "Knowing that I have such trouble, you'd think you'd wash them more often," he says, sniffing right back.
Scoffing, then, he shakes his head. "You made yourself a pirate. I merely mentioned living in the skyboat. And I believe the term is mooring, when it's a boat. You'd have to moor your ship above Jack's, likely by dropping an anchor into it."
show me your darkness.
