RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
"Mm, forbidden," Ronin says, with a nod to the Lullaby as if wondering what he would think about it. And it's refreshing, to watch his husband work through it in a way that the Star can't say he's ever seen him do before. It's not that he doesn't think that Remi is capable of toeing the line, but it is certainly a new experience for Ronin to watch him do so. "Oh, of course not," he says, resisting the urge to give the other man a gentle nudge if only because it feels too soon.
"There is a place in the Tower, called Judgement's Needle. I imagine all wrong-doers are taken there to receive justice. Or... they just go to the Silk Houses, where the blanket of pacifism doesn't reach." The fighting pits are evidence of that much. Together, they trail out of the Dragon's Nest and onto quiet and cobbled streets. Birds sing, and the pathways are quiet but for a few people walking to their work.
Ronin gives Remi's hand a gentle squeeze; a lingering touch against fingers that are already entwined. "Yes, I suppose we are..."
And then his husband goes and ruins it in the most perfect way possible. Scoffing out a laugh that's loud and surprised enough to have a couple of people turning to look, the Star very much wants to give Remi a shove rather than a nudge now. "I will be the General of the Storm, just for you," he says. "But no. I am a MiGhTy dRaGoN."
"There is a place in the Tower, called Judgement's Needle. I imagine all wrong-doers are taken there to receive justice. Or... they just go to the Silk Houses, where the blanket of pacifism doesn't reach." The fighting pits are evidence of that much. Together, they trail out of the Dragon's Nest and onto quiet and cobbled streets. Birds sing, and the pathways are quiet but for a few people walking to their work.
Ronin gives Remi's hand a gentle squeeze; a lingering touch against fingers that are already entwined. "Yes, I suppose we are..."
And then his husband goes and ruins it in the most perfect way possible. Scoffing out a laugh that's loud and surprised enough to have a couple of people turning to look, the Star very much wants to give Remi a shove rather than a nudge now. "I will be the General of the Storm, just for you," he says. "But no. I am a MiGhTy dRaGoN."
show me your darkness.
