RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
"Is that a good thing or a bad thing?" Ronin asks with a chuckle, and the adrenaline thruming through his veins means that he stopped looking at the speedometer a little while ago, though when he does glance at it - coupled with realising how much of the bridge is actually left - he eases up on the gas a bit. "How do you say it in Italian, to compare?" he wonders.
But at the musician's next remark, he's blushing even if Remi can't see it. "Is that so? I'll be writing that one down in my journal tonight," he jokes, letting them slow down enough that they might get off the bridge safely. "Where from here?" he wonders. "We can go back over the bridge and get some drinks? Or we can keep going, and I can show you my place."
But at the musician's next remark, he's blushing even if Remi can't see it. "Is that so? I'll be writing that one down in my journal tonight," he jokes, letting them slow down enough that they might get off the bridge safely. "Where from here?" he wonders. "We can go back over the bridge and get some drinks? Or we can keep going, and I can show you my place."
show me your darkness.
