RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
Meeting Remi's eyes, blue on green, Ronin can't help but raise an eyebrow as if to ask what he's said this time to merit such an expression on the musician's face. And honestly, the bemused feeling doesn't really leave him when the answer is provided, and he glances over the back of the couch at the easels lined up. "Oh? What would you have believed?" he wonders, though his smile fades somewhat at the memory of his just-over-half-a-year in college. "That brother I told you about went missing in the army. And it was decided that someone needed to fill his shoes."
You see where this is going, his tone suggests. "You think so?" He can't hide either the surprise nor the pleasure in his voice, Ronin's gaze returning to Remi. "Thank you. And I assure you, that won't be that. For a start, all of the ladies in that front row will be busy undressing you with their eyes. An icon, close enough to touch."
You see where this is going, his tone suggests. "You think so?" He can't hide either the surprise nor the pleasure in his voice, Ronin's gaze returning to Remi. "Thank you. And I assure you, that won't be that. For a start, all of the ladies in that front row will be busy undressing you with their eyes. An icon, close enough to touch."
show me your darkness.
