whiskey, smoke and aces high

RONIN

the darkstar

light is easy to love.

"Ah," Ronin says, because what the fuck else do you say in response to that? He shifts his feet, still finding himself caught between the door and the chair, until eventually he at least goes as far as setting his helmet down on the side table that he might remove his gloves. The rain is still glittering on his leathers, though it hasn't intensified out there to a true downpour (not yet).

A chemical imbalance sounds like Remi's special brand of bullshit, and Ronin furrows his brow as he tries to figure out what part of this is funny. "I didn't realise you were diabetic," he says dryly, deciding to lean into it as he pushes his gloves into his back pocket. "Do you know when you'll be able to get out of here? I bet your fans are losing their shit."

show me your darkness.

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!