RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
"Oh ouch. My feelings." Ronin hisses in a breath and presses a hand against his heart, as if Remi has cut him to the quick. The parallels they could draw between this imaginary prince and his imaginary apprentice and the ex-soldier and the imposter-syndrome-rockstar are too easy, and he's in too good a mood to go there, to be frank. Before he can pay for their drinks Remi is already beating him to it, and he nudges his knee against the other man's.
"Now you're just showing off," he says. "So is it coffee we're going back to yours for?" he wonders as he sidles out of his seat to follow after Bandcamp towards the door. Or are they going for coffee, the kind with bunny ears around the word that tastes more like Remi's tongue pressed against his own.
Sticking close so as not to lose him in the crowd, it feels like longer than it ought to before they burst out into the night air, Ronin rolling his shoulders as if to get the sensation of other people off him. "Nah," he says of the bike. "The leathers didn't seem like the right vibe for your concert. Why, were you hoping for another ride?"
"Now you're just showing off," he says. "So is it coffee we're going back to yours for?" he wonders as he sidles out of his seat to follow after Bandcamp towards the door. Or are they going for coffee, the kind with bunny ears around the word that tastes more like Remi's tongue pressed against his own.
Sticking close so as not to lose him in the crowd, it feels like longer than it ought to before they burst out into the night air, Ronin rolling his shoulders as if to get the sensation of other people off him. "Nah," he says of the bike. "The leathers didn't seem like the right vibe for your concert. Why, were you hoping for another ride?"
show me your darkness.
