RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
And so it is that the contact Ronin has labelled bandcamp (followed by a trumpet emoji) lives up to his nerdy namesake, leaving him a little perplexed but also vaguely amused, in a huh, okay sort of way. Someone hisses something out into the alleyway, but by the time Ronin looks up he’s alone again. Drawing on his cigarette, he takes his time to reply accordingly, though whenever bandcamp will get a chance to see it is beyond him.
As good as the one from the other night?
Then it’s time to finish his smoke and get back to the bar, where he supposes he can ignore the twee guitar solos and toddler-on-sugar energy of the songs to admire the green eyes and tousled curls of a man who apparently has all the wit of a bus ticket.
Still cute though. Ronin will give him that much.
As good as the one from the other night?
Then it’s time to finish his smoke and get back to the bar, where he supposes he can ignore the twee guitar solos and toddler-on-sugar energy of the songs to admire the green eyes and tousled curls of a man who apparently has all the wit of a bus ticket.
Still cute though. Ronin will give him that much.
show me your darkness.
