RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
"I do say that now," Ronin agrees through a drawl and a smile that is nothing less than triumphant as he exhales a whorl of smoke into the night air. Because he hasn't found his name in scribbles on Remi's walls yet, and until he does he declares himself the unofficial winner of this particular vein of conversation. "Mm, you did," he says about the jacket, "I'll give you that much. You should see if you can rent-to-buy it." And obviously never wear it again after that, because who the fuck wears a $4000 jacket out to a dive bar as Bandcamp has rightly pointed out.
His eyebrows raise to hear that he'd like Vai, Ronin's footsteps slowing as Remi's apartment building draws up ahead. "Adorable and slightly creepy," comes his verdict, though he can't help but grin to himself to imagine the silent company provided by a phone on Facetime. "She's just showing you she cares, I suppose."
His eyebrows raise to hear that he'd like Vai, Ronin's footsteps slowing as Remi's apartment building draws up ahead. "Adorable and slightly creepy," comes his verdict, though he can't help but grin to himself to imagine the silent company provided by a phone on Facetime. "She's just showing you she cares, I suppose."
show me your darkness.
