RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
"On my other days I quite enjoy being big spoon," Ronin informs him easily, settling in around Remi and relaxing more than even he expects to. It doesn't stop him from hissing in a breath, though, to hear himself referred to as British, his hand fluttering to his chest as if wounded. "Irish National," he corrects, though there's none of the patrotic bite to his voice that might have been there when they were merely fuck-buddies. One day he'll teach Remi the difference, but for now he's just happy where he is.
"Good," he mumbles. "Because I'd quite like to stay like this, with you." Right now and in a thousand occasions in the future, if he gets his way. Settling down and scrolling through the menu, Ronin scoffs and shakes his head. "Nah, I get too shouty at it," he says. It's Ronin's equivalent of pointing a pudding covered spoon at Jeopardy. "Oooh, here's a compromise. A murder docuseries, based in Ireland" Tipping Remi a wink, he presses to start the episode.
"Good," he mumbles. "Because I'd quite like to stay like this, with you." Right now and in a thousand occasions in the future, if he gets his way. Settling down and scrolling through the menu, Ronin scoffs and shakes his head. "Nah, I get too shouty at it," he says. It's Ronin's equivalent of pointing a pudding covered spoon at Jeopardy. "Oooh, here's a compromise. A murder docuseries, based in Ireland" Tipping Remi a wink, he presses to start the episode.
show me your darkness.
