RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
It consistently amazes him, how his husband can inspire blooming warmth and cold horror all at the same time; such is the case, though, as he's kissed and as images of tentacles in the worst places dance through his mind. It probably explains why he quietly leaves the Lullaby to go and collect his crown, busy traumatised cleaning the rest of the food off his clothes while Remi and Ludo do their thing.
Only once his husband has been crowned once more and things clear up further does Ronin come around, clearing his throat and returning to his lantern making. As if nothing had ever happened. Yup. By the end of this party preparation, he's determined to walk away with more than mashed potato in his hair and the image of Locke's dick branded into his brain.
Only once his husband has been crowned once more and things clear up further does Ronin come around, clearing his throat and returning to his lantern making. As if nothing had ever happened. Yup. By the end of this party preparation, he's determined to walk away with more than mashed potato in his hair and the image of Locke's dick branded into his brain.
show me your darkness.
