RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
Gods if they aren't lucky that being inconspicuous is easy in a place and time like this, because Ronin is about half a minute away from shoving people to the ground to make space. Unsurprisingly, the cool night air does not help matters, and as the loud hum of voices reduces by more than half, it's far too easy to be dragged back into the imagined backroom of a guild that no longer exists, to hear the rattle of a doorknob and the call of a woman's voice.
Groping to grab hold of Remi's shirt, the Supernova manages to fumble them around the corner of The Hanged Man, where they are somewhat fenced in by empty crates and barrels, and the light from the bonfire is little more than a faint amber glow. "Gods, you are too fucking much," Ronin hisses to Remi, clutching him closer only to turn and press him against the wall of the tavern.
His hands drop instantly to the other man's belt, even as he presses flush against his back to make it obvious that the Lullaby isn't the only one with a problem right now. Roughly unfastening both of their pants, Ronin is hardly elegant or romantic in his efforts to recreate the scene in their minds, but he's certainly enthusiastic.
Groping to grab hold of Remi's shirt, the Supernova manages to fumble them around the corner of The Hanged Man, where they are somewhat fenced in by empty crates and barrels, and the light from the bonfire is little more than a faint amber glow. "Gods, you are too fucking much," Ronin hisses to Remi, clutching him closer only to turn and press him against the wall of the tavern.
His hands drop instantly to the other man's belt, even as he presses flush against his back to make it obvious that the Lullaby isn't the only one with a problem right now. Roughly unfastening both of their pants, Ronin is hardly elegant or romantic in his efforts to recreate the scene in their minds, but he's certainly enthusiastic.
show me your darkness.
