RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
For the first time Ronin doesn't hide the way he cringes a little to hear one of these admissions from Remi. The Lullaby is already judging himself for it, and so Ronin will never add his own verbal lashings to that, but... it does sound a lot darker than anything the Star could have come up with, and he swallows down a touch of nausea at imagining how the soft spoken man at the edge of the cliffs might react at being pinned by the predators that lurk beneath Remi's skin.
"I want to say that it might be best to follow through with his wishes. To stay away from him, for his comfort rather than yours. But..." Huffing out a breath through his nose, Ronin looks deeper. Looks to Remi's comfort as well as Finn's. "Would telling him all this make a difference, do you think?" he asks. "It feels like a crossroads where either you're honest, or you're distant." The words unspoken, as between Star and Lullaby, can't comfortably continue.
Swallowing, Ronin tilts his head back against the wall. "Has it really only been Isla?" he asks. "How did you... I mean, I thought she wasn't your type."
"I want to say that it might be best to follow through with his wishes. To stay away from him, for his comfort rather than yours. But..." Huffing out a breath through his nose, Ronin looks deeper. Looks to Remi's comfort as well as Finn's. "Would telling him all this make a difference, do you think?" he asks. "It feels like a crossroads where either you're honest, or you're distant." The words unspoken, as between Star and Lullaby, can't comfortably continue.
Swallowing, Ronin tilts his head back against the wall. "Has it really only been Isla?" he asks. "How did you... I mean, I thought she wasn't your type."
show me your darkness.
