RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
Remi succeeds, if that's what he's trying to do, in not making the theft of the toast at all sexual, and Ronin watches his partner with no small amount of concern. "The fact that you just failed, somehow, to eat bread, is simultaneously terrifying and adorable," he remarks, trying and failing to keep a straight face and taking another, more measured sip of his coffee. "F for fanks. You're very welcome." He sniffs haughtily, then digs in to more toast.
Ronin has finished the little breakfast he has left and is folding the paper tray into an origami nightmare by the time his husband is not-exactly-breaking-and-entering, and his surprise at Remi's audacity is dwarfed by the shock that the shop is simply left open. "Well that doesn't seem safe," he mutters, as unimpressed as the Lullaby is delighted as he follows him inside.
Within, the sounds of the square (quiet and muted as they were regardless) are all shut out. It's just he, Remi, the warm light flooding the shop and the dust that's settled on everything. Ronin walks, leaving visible prints, and he's examining a spiral staircase in the corner of the shop when Remi speaks; the stairs, presumably, lead up into the apartment. Glancing back to the other man, his shy smile is nonetheless contagious.
"I do," he says. "I specialised in manta crystals and their meat. You carved things out of bone, and made decorations and charms. We used to trade for food, and books for you to read in the sun."
Ronin has finished the little breakfast he has left and is folding the paper tray into an origami nightmare by the time his husband is not-exactly-breaking-and-entering, and his surprise at Remi's audacity is dwarfed by the shock that the shop is simply left open. "Well that doesn't seem safe," he mutters, as unimpressed as the Lullaby is delighted as he follows him inside.
Within, the sounds of the square (quiet and muted as they were regardless) are all shut out. It's just he, Remi, the warm light flooding the shop and the dust that's settled on everything. Ronin walks, leaving visible prints, and he's examining a spiral staircase in the corner of the shop when Remi speaks; the stairs, presumably, lead up into the apartment. Glancing back to the other man, his shy smile is nonetheless contagious.
"I do," he says. "I specialised in manta crystals and their meat. You carved things out of bone, and made decorations and charms. We used to trade for food, and books for you to read in the sun."
show me your darkness.
