RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
Remi's words only succeed in making Ronin shine brighter, and he clears his throat around the happy sob that almost wants to warble out of him. "And what about the Greatwood?" he asks softly. Because let it be known that if his husband should want to stay in Stormbreak with him, there are few forces in Caido that will stop Ronin from doing everything he can to make it happen. But he also doesn't want to risk the same sort of consequences from Ludo on Remi as he'd suffered with Safrin.
"If that ever changes, though," he adds, "and if you ever don't want to be in Stormbreak, you tell me okay?" It sounds silly given the nature of their whole conversation, but he has to say it anyway.
Just like he has to say what comes next, Ronin scrunching his nose a bit to hear Remi talk about hiding himself away in Finn's dreams. "That's creepy and it freaks me out," he informs him. "Maybe don't lead with that." Exhaling a sigh, it feels so good to be honest that the Star almost feels as though a physical weight is being lifted from his shoulders, and he scoffs out a laugh that even sounds half genuine.
"Favours rule Stormbreak, yes." he confirms, looking away from Remi lest both of them accidentally stumble off topic and into bed together. "And I will have you know that nothing grows between my toes since I started wearing shoes again and walking on cobblestones." He lifts his chin, haughty as can be, but nonetheless gets himself on his feet for Remi. "I think I can do that," he says of the clothes, approaching the trunk where he keeps his belongings and drawing out a shirt (new, but undoubtedly Remi's size and taste) and a pair of pants to throw to his husband.
"I had started getting together some things for you, when you were visiting more often," he explains, a little bashfully.
Luckily, the Safrin code distracts him enough to bounce back, and Ronin tilts his head at the Lullaby. "I think the beaches of Northaven will do nicely, given that It's already stuck in my head," he says. "It's a deal."
"If that ever changes, though," he adds, "and if you ever don't want to be in Stormbreak, you tell me okay?" It sounds silly given the nature of their whole conversation, but he has to say it anyway.
Just like he has to say what comes next, Ronin scrunching his nose a bit to hear Remi talk about hiding himself away in Finn's dreams. "That's creepy and it freaks me out," he informs him. "Maybe don't lead with that." Exhaling a sigh, it feels so good to be honest that the Star almost feels as though a physical weight is being lifted from his shoulders, and he scoffs out a laugh that even sounds half genuine.
"Favours rule Stormbreak, yes." he confirms, looking away from Remi lest both of them accidentally stumble off topic and into bed together. "And I will have you know that nothing grows between my toes since I started wearing shoes again and walking on cobblestones." He lifts his chin, haughty as can be, but nonetheless gets himself on his feet for Remi. "I think I can do that," he says of the clothes, approaching the trunk where he keeps his belongings and drawing out a shirt (new, but undoubtedly Remi's size and taste) and a pair of pants to throw to his husband.
"I had started getting together some things for you, when you were visiting more often," he explains, a little bashfully.
Luckily, the Safrin code distracts him enough to bounce back, and Ronin tilts his head at the Lullaby. "I think the beaches of Northaven will do nicely, given that It's already stuck in my head," he says. "It's a deal."
show me your darkness.
