RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
"Late, but I got there in the end," Ronin agrees, and he doesn't begrudge Bandcamp his stifled giggles - they are well deserved. Adjusting the other man against him and giving an over-exaggerated sway (which is about as much dancing as he's willing to show Remi right now, and probably about as much as the musician could handle besides), he nods solemnly. "I really am," he informs him, sneaking a kiss to the corner of his mouth and following his gaze to the very comfortable Amadeus on the couch.
"Good point," he murmurs with a nod, turning towards the bed and guiding the other man over to it. "Would you like me to mess it up a bit before you lay down?" he asks, as if just this second noticing his own military precision on the sheets. They smell like lavender and vanilla beans - Remi can thank the launderette, not Ronin.
"Good point," he murmurs with a nod, turning towards the bed and guiding the other man over to it. "Would you like me to mess it up a bit before you lay down?" he asks, as if just this second noticing his own military precision on the sheets. They smell like lavender and vanilla beans - Remi can thank the launderette, not Ronin.
show me your darkness.
