RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
"We both have WoRk to do, thank you. It's just mine involves looking dashing and rubbing elbows with Stormbreak's dusty elite. Yours is more to do with digging in the dirt." It would sound more mocking than it is were it not for the almost adoring smile on Ronin's face as he says it, and he nods as Remi agrees to speak up if and when things change. And he really believes he will, too.
So now it's just the strangely mundane task of getting dressed to take care of, which - after all they've been through in the past couple of weeks - is a startlingly awkward affair. Ronin also feels flushed as he turns away to grab at his own clothes, changing with his back to Remi as if worried that the other man might see more than he ought to. (And maybe because he wants him to see more, and he wants it to lead to all those unhealthy places they're trying to avoid on the heels of a serious talk).
"Good," he says of Finn - and of anyone else, for that matter. "You can just watch me and my tight hamstrings instead." As if to demonstrate, Ronin leans forward as if to touch his toes (and check for what's growing between them), only to overbalance ever so slightly, and softly bonk into the wall before straightening up. "See?" he says, his voice wobbly with his attempt to contain his laughter. "Graceful. Like a swan."
Once they are finally dressed, Ronin turns to the Lullaby and finds himself smiling at Remi's feet rather than his face, nodding his head. "It's dawn," he informs the other man, "so I'm afraid it will be coffee rather than wine, at least for now. What do you say?" Almost nervously, Ronin holds out his hand for the Lullaby.
So now it's just the strangely mundane task of getting dressed to take care of, which - after all they've been through in the past couple of weeks - is a startlingly awkward affair. Ronin also feels flushed as he turns away to grab at his own clothes, changing with his back to Remi as if worried that the other man might see more than he ought to. (And maybe because he wants him to see more, and he wants it to lead to all those unhealthy places they're trying to avoid on the heels of a serious talk).
"Good," he says of Finn - and of anyone else, for that matter. "You can just watch me and my tight hamstrings instead." As if to demonstrate, Ronin leans forward as if to touch his toes (and check for what's growing between them), only to overbalance ever so slightly, and softly bonk into the wall before straightening up. "See?" he says, his voice wobbly with his attempt to contain his laughter. "Graceful. Like a swan."
Once they are finally dressed, Ronin turns to the Lullaby and finds himself smiling at Remi's feet rather than his face, nodding his head. "It's dawn," he informs the other man, "so I'm afraid it will be coffee rather than wine, at least for now. What do you say?" Almost nervously, Ronin holds out his hand for the Lullaby.
show me your darkness.
