RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
It does feel almost inappropriate, and yet Ronin finds himself quite happily drinking in the body so close to his own, every stroke of ink and flex of muscle something he has no intention of missing. It's almost definitely the afterglow of sex mingled in with the whiskey that lingers in his system, but either way it finds him malleable and almost cheerful. "Hm? Oh, - yeah," he murmurs, sidling around to switch places with Remi as he washes himself off.
"Free schedule? That sounds like something worth taking advantage of," he says with a sly smile over his shoulder. "I've been meaning to take a ride out of the city for a few days soon, if you want to join me." He hasn't decided where yet, or whether he even wants company, but the words have slipped out of his mouth before he can stop them.
"Free schedule? That sounds like something worth taking advantage of," he says with a sly smile over his shoulder. "I've been meaning to take a ride out of the city for a few days soon, if you want to join me." He hasn't decided where yet, or whether he even wants company, but the words have slipped out of his mouth before he can stop them.
show me your darkness.
