RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
"Yeah, near enough," Ronin murmurs with a quirk of his lips and a nod. "It gets misty up there from the rain. Makes it moody in the mornings." You'd have probably enjoyed it, he wants to say, but he can't quite find the words for it just yet. And then something of an explanation is spilling out through Bandcamp's lips, but it isn't actually much of anything. More questions burn on Ronin's tongue - how can he be alright if he wasn't conscious until yesterday? what had happened for him not to be conscious in the first place? - but the sudden beeping of the machine draws his attention.
"Oh, shit," he mutters, knowing only the basics about medicine but knowing enough that a high heartrate is Not Good. "Sorry, I didn't know," he mutters, already stepping back towards the door. "I'll go. Do you want me to get anyone?" He nods at the machine. "I can check on your apartment if you need. Or feed your dog, or whatever. Though I imagine you've probably already got someone doing that." Shut up, Ronin, fuck.
"Oh, shit," he mutters, knowing only the basics about medicine but knowing enough that a high heartrate is Not Good. "Sorry, I didn't know," he mutters, already stepping back towards the door. "I'll go. Do you want me to get anyone?" He nods at the machine. "I can check on your apartment if you need. Or feed your dog, or whatever. Though I imagine you've probably already got someone doing that." Shut up, Ronin, fuck.
show me your darkness.
