RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
"A mandrake in milk? What, like from Pan's Labyrinth?" comes the voice from beneath the bed. He doesn't bother to ask why, because there's no fucking rhyme or reason here. Just a frustrated Remi, and frustrated Ronin lying on his belly with his wilting erection skewered against the floor. "Oi," he complains, hearing the springs creak above him and working to try and disentangle himself.
"I'm not actually stuck, I was just worried about spilling mandrake everywhere if I tried to force the issue," he grumbles, though an arm does emerge from beneath the bed in a way that, if it were dark in the apartment, might have been really fucking creepy. Little by little Ronin hauls himself out of his hiding place, his bare chest and back marked by the press of guitar cases and the floor. Panting on his knees and able to shift and lean his elbows against the side of Remi's bed, he can't help but start to laugh.
"Well, Mr. Abruzzo," he all but purrs. "At least your apartment is safe from burglars."
"I'm not actually stuck, I was just worried about spilling mandrake everywhere if I tried to force the issue," he grumbles, though an arm does emerge from beneath the bed in a way that, if it were dark in the apartment, might have been really fucking creepy. Little by little Ronin hauls himself out of his hiding place, his bare chest and back marked by the press of guitar cases and the floor. Panting on his knees and able to shift and lean his elbows against the side of Remi's bed, he can't help but start to laugh.
"Well, Mr. Abruzzo," he all but purrs. "At least your apartment is safe from burglars."
show me your darkness.
