RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
"Yeah, I suppose I did," Ronin murmurs with a belated smile, trying not to think about how Bandcamp somehow makes recovering from an overdose look sweet and even sort of handsome. "Ah, yeah..." He'd forgotten about the dog - but Ronin is sure he could swing things with his landlady for Amadeus to stay as well, at least until the musician is well enough to return home.
But oh, how the tables are turning; Ronin can only blink at the sudden offer for him to stay instead. It shouldn't be much different given that it's exactly what he'd offered just in reverse, and yet he still finds his cheeks flushing a bit as the nurses file out. "Sure, if that's easier for you," he says (far too easily). "It's closer to my shop as well, I guess."
But oh, how the tables are turning; Ronin can only blink at the sudden offer for him to stay instead. It shouldn't be much different given that it's exactly what he'd offered just in reverse, and yet he still finds his cheeks flushing a bit as the nurses file out. "Sure, if that's easier for you," he says (far too easily). "It's closer to my shop as well, I guess."
show me your darkness.
