RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
Oh, so fuck his family then. Ronin glances up at Bandcamp, his brows softly furrowed as if to ask him why now seemed like a good idea to put all of this on the line, when the moment couldn't have been any less appropriate. But that's Remi all over, he's learning, and so he gently puts his coffee down (but not before one last sip) and regards the man beside him. "I mean, before you make me out to be this flaky sonovabitch, I'd like to remind you that you decided to play hide and seek with my jacket in the first place," he says. Takes two to tango, bud.
Honestly, he's not sure if he wants the other man to kiss him right now; the moment is soured by things Ronin can't really put his finger on, and he rubs at the back of his head as if trying to decide either what about it is so off, or whether he'll ever see the other man again if he walks a second time. "You were much better at flirting when you were doing it with strangers in a crowd," is what he decides on eventually.
Honestly, he's not sure if he wants the other man to kiss him right now; the moment is soured by things Ronin can't really put his finger on, and he rubs at the back of his head as if trying to decide either what about it is so off, or whether he'll ever see the other man again if he walks a second time. "You were much better at flirting when you were doing it with strangers in a crowd," is what he decides on eventually.
show me your darkness.
