RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
"Of course it changes my answer. If we are fighting for fun then I expect one of my many witticisms would cause you to burst out laughing, and that's when I would get a cheap shot or two in." Ronin sounds remarkably reasonable about all of this, and he even tuts Remi's fan-favourite theory. "But you see, if we are fighting for fun then I wouldn't see you as an enemy either, so I would probably undo my own hard work. I'm afraid we are either built to tousle bare knuckled, or we are better allies than we are enemies."
And instantly the Star flushes all the way up to the tips of his ears to think of bare-anything when it comes to Remi. As they approach the breakfast stall and the other man pointedly does and doesn't make sausage jokes, Ronin is already thinking of rippling muscles beaded with sweat, graceful, brutal movements in the sand of the fighting pits and the feel of hot skin beneath his palms. It's a difficult scene to draw himself away from, and Ronin finds himself staring blankly at the stall owner.
"Yeah, me too," he mumbles in the end, his voice nowhere near level. The cook, having very much heard shaft of meat along with everything else, is hiding his laughter as he complies, offering out each man a delicately cut up sausage in a small paper tray, along with a couple of slices of hot buttered toast. Coffee comes next, steaming and sweetened with cream and sugar, and Ronin has to resist the urge to scald his tongue just to untie it.
"Shall we walk and eat?" he asks.
And instantly the Star flushes all the way up to the tips of his ears to think of bare-anything when it comes to Remi. As they approach the breakfast stall and the other man pointedly does and doesn't make sausage jokes, Ronin is already thinking of rippling muscles beaded with sweat, graceful, brutal movements in the sand of the fighting pits and the feel of hot skin beneath his palms. It's a difficult scene to draw himself away from, and Ronin finds himself staring blankly at the stall owner.
"Yeah, me too," he mumbles in the end, his voice nowhere near level. The cook, having very much heard shaft of meat along with everything else, is hiding his laughter as he complies, offering out each man a delicately cut up sausage in a small paper tray, along with a couple of slices of hot buttered toast. Coffee comes next, steaming and sweetened with cream and sugar, and Ronin has to resist the urge to scald his tongue just to untie it.
"Shall we walk and eat?" he asks.
show me your darkness.
