whiskey, smoke and aces high

RONIN

the darkstar

light is easy to love.

"If we have any of that stuff you left in a jar on your windowsill again, I probably won't have to imagine them too hard," Ronin calls, though it's one of the last things (perhaps the last thing, if this all goes to shit) Remi will hear before he's disappearing away over the side of the roof. There's a soft scrabbling, a few long seconds of held breath as Ronin tries to find his footing on the windowsill, and then a moment of hilarious what now where he's standing on said sill, but with no clue how to actually get into the apartment.

Still, when Remi does finally stage whisper out, he'll have a near instant reply of something (Ronin) going clonk against the floorboards of the musician's apartment. "I'm good!" he stage whispers back (why though?), scrambling to his feet and offering a broad and triumphant grin out of the window and up at the roof. "No mauling. I'll open the doors and meet you downstairs, okay?"

show me your darkness.

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!