RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
"Another," Ronin confirms, wincing a bit to see the other man sweep away his glass so swiftly. "Sorry," he adds, obviously unaware of the piano's importance compared to the relative don't-give-a-fuck of the rest of the apartment. "Or what, though?" he inquires. "What was it anyway?" it had tasted good and it had cleaned out the cuts in his mouth, but fuck knows if Ronin is aware what it is he's getting wasted on.
Snorting confirmation about the two of them being a hot mess - because Ronin will say it, and mean it, even though Bandcamp is the first time a man has pulled his attention so successfully - he tilts his head as if to try and guess what he's meant to have thought anything about. Eventually it clicks, and he shrugs a bit.
"Good band with terrible music," he says apologetically. "Apart from that last song I heard, before I was thrown out. The one where the lights went down. That one had something."
Snorting confirmation about the two of them being a hot mess - because Ronin will say it, and mean it, even though Bandcamp is the first time a man has pulled his attention so successfully - he tilts his head as if to try and guess what he's meant to have thought anything about. Eventually it clicks, and he shrugs a bit.
"Good band with terrible music," he says apologetically. "Apart from that last song I heard, before I was thrown out. The one where the lights went down. That one had something."
show me your darkness.
