RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
"Oh, that's absolutely not intentional," Ronin says airily as he settles on the bed with his (gasp) boyfriend and his (gasp) pizza, and he also stuffs his face far too full, but in his defence he's following Remi's lead.
Staying sUsPiCiOuSLy quiet when it comes to being a person of interest in this murder case, instead the mechanic merely lets himself feel smug and happy to know he can at least name some of the ingredients on a pizza in Italian.
And if that's the extent of his having to use his brain today, he'll definitely not complain about it. Not when the company is so good, and when everything has turned out so unexpectedly perfect.
Time passes, in that annoying way that time does. The summer bleeds into chilly, sunny days and rainshowers and nights that fall too quickly for dusk to take hold. It's one such night about a month after Ronin washed vomit from sheets and gained himself a boyfriend, and he's lurking outside an apartment building that's become very familiar to him by now.
There are two takeout coffee cups stacked on top of each other in one of his hands and his phone in the other, and he takes a drag off the cigarette between his lips as he sends a quick text.
U ready? I got something 2 show u.
And then another, a second later.
It's not my dick.
Staying sUsPiCiOuSLy quiet when it comes to being a person of interest in this murder case, instead the mechanic merely lets himself feel smug and happy to know he can at least name some of the ingredients on a pizza in Italian.
And if that's the extent of his having to use his brain today, he'll definitely not complain about it. Not when the company is so good, and when everything has turned out so unexpectedly perfect.
Time passes, in that annoying way that time does. The summer bleeds into chilly, sunny days and rainshowers and nights that fall too quickly for dusk to take hold. It's one such night about a month after Ronin washed vomit from sheets and gained himself a boyfriend, and he's lurking outside an apartment building that's become very familiar to him by now.
There are two takeout coffee cups stacked on top of each other in one of his hands and his phone in the other, and he takes a drag off the cigarette between his lips as he sends a quick text.
U ready? I got something 2 show u.
And then another, a second later.
It's not my dick.
show me your darkness.
