RONIN
the dark star
"Mm?" Of course Ronin is very aware of what Remi's getting at, and he pointledly doesn't look at his projection as it makes its way back up to the Falling, his expression one of oblivious innocence. "I suppose it doesn't. You can just love to watch me leave, I suppose," he says with a grin, glancing back at the stall just in time to receive their two cups of coffee. Murmuring a thanks, he steps back and hands one of the cups to Remi, all the while leaning in for a sneaky kiss.
"Stop what?" he wonders against the other man's lips, and the emotions that flood through the alchemist's magic will be reminiscent of dappled sunlight, leaping over mossy tree trunks and the flutter of a stag's tail. "And I suppose you're right, there. Still, I don't think the Wilds are very Ascended heavy, are they?"
"Stop what?" he wonders against the other man's lips, and the emotions that flood through the alchemist's magic will be reminiscent of dappled sunlight, leaping over mossy tree trunks and the flutter of a stag's tail. "And I suppose you're right, there. Still, I don't think the Wilds are very Ascended heavy, are they?"
i'll get over it
i just gotta be dramatic first
i just gotta be dramatic first
