RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
Ronin can only smile as the other man gazes up at him, and as Remi's hands sneak into his pockets, he reaches out to tuck his curls behind his ear. "Then whether or not Isla is your friend, you've already done everything you can be expected to do for her." It's sad, and the Huntsman doesn't pretend that it's an easy thing to admit to, let alone to stick to, but it's nonetheless true. "I just meant... what happens if you don't go after Wessex and Nate and Neron for their fluid? If you did, would they take that as an act of aggression?"
Moving closer and letting his forehead rest against Remi's, he sighs softly. "I understand that protecting our family and the Greatwood is our priority... but sometimes we need to back off to protect it the most. Or at least... appear to back off. Storming to Halo and bleeding an Ascended out isn't going to earn the Greatwood any good attention, you know?"
Moving closer and letting his forehead rest against Remi's, he sighs softly. "I understand that protecting our family and the Greatwood is our priority... but sometimes we need to back off to protect it the most. Or at least... appear to back off. Storming to Halo and bleeding an Ascended out isn't going to earn the Greatwood any good attention, you know?"
show me your darkness.
