RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
"Two more years," Ronin says softly, because that's the only real comfort he can give when it comes to the things Remi's managers are likely to continue to ask of him. The colour is high in his cheeks even if his response has been mostly casual - it's a no brainer to guess that no one has ever written a song about Ronin before, not to mention one like that, and one that's so good either.
So when the request demand comes from Bandcamp, he's heedless to deny him, shifting further so he can hold himself over Remi properly, blanketing the other man's body as his lips greedily seek him out. Perhaps it's the sort of kiss that's a little sweeter than the rampant passion of a few minutes ago, but if that's the case then Ronin hasn't fucking noticed; he's too busy enjoying the rekindled friction between them, the way Remi consistently switches between snide and fragile at a moment's notice.
Ronin's starting to like it, and it's a realisation that will undoubtedly keep him up that night.
So when the request demand comes from Bandcamp, he's heedless to deny him, shifting further so he can hold himself over Remi properly, blanketing the other man's body as his lips greedily seek him out. Perhaps it's the sort of kiss that's a little sweeter than the rampant passion of a few minutes ago, but if that's the case then Ronin hasn't fucking noticed; he's too busy enjoying the rekindled friction between them, the way Remi consistently switches between snide and fragile at a moment's notice.
Ronin's starting to like it, and it's a realisation that will undoubtedly keep him up that night.
show me your darkness.
