whiskey, smoke and aces high

RONIN

the darkstar

light is easy to love.

"That isn't too long, at least," he murmurs, taking another step forward and finally sinking down into the seat. He knows very well what the raise of the eyebrows means, and perhaps it's the way the light falls across Ronin's face, but he suddenly seems a touch older, a touch more tired. He looks more like a man who has been a soldier, and has walked through it and out the other side. "What was it? Benzos? Coke? Dope?" he asks without looking at Remi.

And then suddenly they go from maybe could you look after my dog to can I bum a cigarette and Ronin tilts his head at one of the machines - the one attached to tubes going into Remi's nose - and can't help but smile. Scoffing out a laugh and reaching into his jacket, he slips out his pack of cigarettes and a lighter and sets them down on the bed. "I'll get the window," he murmurs, rising to his feet again and moving to do just that.

show me your darkness.

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!