RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
"Trouble is always easier when you've got a partner in crime," Ronin agrees, wrinkling his nose no matter how true it is for however many situations. As Remi looks over his shoulder, of course the Huntsman waggles his eyebrows as obviously as he can (and with Ronin's eyebrow game, it's impressive) and offers the other man a lick of his candy spoon. (Eyyyyyy).
Watching the finishing touches with the gin candy and seeming mildly hypnotised by it, his nod is one of sad agreement. "That's true. Flora and Enzo moved to Torchline almost as soon as they grew up, right?" He sighs, only to be suddenly confronted with a very handsome, very suspicious alchemist. Cracking a wolfish sort of smile, Ronin shrugs. "That banshee hit me really hard. Probably knocked loose a couple brain cells?"
Watching the finishing touches with the gin candy and seeming mildly hypnotised by it, his nod is one of sad agreement. "That's true. Flora and Enzo moved to Torchline almost as soon as they grew up, right?" He sighs, only to be suddenly confronted with a very handsome, very suspicious alchemist. Cracking a wolfish sort of smile, Ronin shrugs. "That banshee hit me really hard. Probably knocked loose a couple brain cells?"
show me your darkness.
