RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
"More stupid than whatever bullshit some asshole with a keyboard wrote about you?" Ronin asks, smiling against the stolen kiss and not complaining in the slightest. "Overstepping how?" he wonders, trying not to smile further at the sudden sullen tone to Remi's voice. Grumpy Bandcamp is a new brand of charming and handsome, and Ronin warms to it despite himself.
Until he's getting roasted for his pronunciation of something he figured was real fucking simple. "Oh I am terribly sorry," he drawls, lifting his hand to mimic the other man. "Peetsah," he articulates, trying carefully to mimic every syllable in Remi's cadence. "How's that? Even if it's shit, can we please order it anyway?"
Until he's getting roasted for his pronunciation of something he figured was real fucking simple. "Oh I am terribly sorry," he drawls, lifting his hand to mimic the other man. "Peetsah," he articulates, trying carefully to mimic every syllable in Remi's cadence. "How's that? Even if it's shit, can we please order it anyway?"
show me your darkness.
