RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
Ronin feels like rather the odd one out here between doctor and patient, clearing his throat and sitting with his hands in his lap as Isla makes her checks and her quips. He manages a smile at the clap on his back (and the dramatics from Remi), the mechanic rising to his feet as if this interruption is all the signal he needs to get going for real. "I'll meet you from here tomorrow, then?" he murmurs. "If you've got your phone again, just give me a call to tell me when you're ready."
He hopes he doesn't also get cornered by Vai to talk about white sage and turmeric, because he's never met the woman but formidable is the sort of word that springs to mind from Remi's descriptions. "Is there anything I can get you, or anything you need for your apartment?"
He hopes he doesn't also get cornered by Vai to talk about white sage and turmeric, because he's never met the woman but formidable is the sort of word that springs to mind from Remi's descriptions. "Is there anything I can get you, or anything you need for your apartment?"
show me your darkness.
