RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
"Now, now. There's a difference between things taking longer to say, and them sounding slow while I say them," he informs his passenger, though honestly, he's listening less to the words and wondering more how the lips saying them will taste. Then the musician starts to narrate his diary-voice and if they weren't going so fast and it wasn't so liable to put them in danger, he might have elbowed Remi for his trouble. Instead he gets away with it, and they slow down enough coming off the Brooklyn Bridge so as not to die.
"I can also write in my diary and get us some drinks as well," he points out, as if this were merely a killing two birds with one stone situation and not a hurr I get to bring a boy back to my place situation. They're going slow enough now (read: below 80) for them to be able to see the world around them. And it's in a neighbourhood that's neither rough, necessarily, or upper class, that Ronin pulls them into an underground parking lot. "So how did you like your first ride?"
"I can also write in my diary and get us some drinks as well," he points out, as if this were merely a killing two birds with one stone situation and not a hurr I get to bring a boy back to my place situation. They're going slow enough now (read: below 80) for them to be able to see the world around them. And it's in a neighbourhood that's neither rough, necessarily, or upper class, that Ronin pulls them into an underground parking lot. "So how did you like your first ride?"
show me your darkness.
