RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
"Well I very much appreciate that," Ronin murmurs, his voice rumbling in his chest and undoubtedly vibrating up and into Remi's little body. The other man speaks what they are both thinking and he can only send a pulse of weary agreement through the Attuned bond, forcing himself to keep his gentle fuss to the raccoon's whiskers, wishing he could do something to take away even a little of the pain.
"I think we are perhaps too close to all of this to understand what it means for the rest of the world. Not that I know what it even means." Shaking his head, he delivers careful scritches behind Remi's fuzzy ears, feeling the warmth from phoenix wings finally start to penetrate his freezing bones.
"...I know what it means for us, at least," he continues. "We can do whatever we like from here. And I think we should."
"I think we are perhaps too close to all of this to understand what it means for the rest of the world. Not that I know what it even means." Shaking his head, he delivers careful scritches behind Remi's fuzzy ears, feeling the warmth from phoenix wings finally start to penetrate his freezing bones.
"...I know what it means for us, at least," he continues. "We can do whatever we like from here. And I think we should."
show me your darkness.
