RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
"I'm actually a pretty good dancer," Ronin says with a soft smile, more than content to help hold Remi up as the other man finds himself shakily on his feet. Drawing him close - but not dancing, he'll be glad to note - he lets his arms slip around the musician in an embrace that almost mimics the one back at the hospital, but without the passing out. "So what were your plans?" he wonders suddenly, letting his hands run down the length of Remi's back.
"For us going away, I mean. I heard talk of a lot of candles," he says, his smile turning very sly despite himself. "Or is this one of those occasions where you won't tell me, in the hope that you'll be able to do it next time?" Ronin doesn't mind either way, and he leans in for what seems like the hundredth kiss he's giving Remi today, but it's still not quite enough.
"For us going away, I mean. I heard talk of a lot of candles," he says, his smile turning very sly despite himself. "Or is this one of those occasions where you won't tell me, in the hope that you'll be able to do it next time?" Ronin doesn't mind either way, and he leans in for what seems like the hundredth kiss he's giving Remi today, but it's still not quite enough.
show me your darkness.
