RONIN
the darkstar
”Maybe. Or maybe it’s just how I am.” Ronin grins, holding Remi close with one arm as he lays down with him, the other playing through the soft feathers that come to drape across his chest. He’s content to drift with their ribbons of music, with their sea of glass that stretches endlessly into the dreamscape. He’s more interested in the man in is arms anyway. And what Remi has to say, now that they can finally speak in some semblance of normality... it’s not encouraging but neither is it surprising.
Letting out a deep sigh, the Star frowns and buries his face in the other man’s crown of curls.”I’ll figure it out,” he vows, and a small pulse of willpower has a beautiful canopy of leaves growing up and around the bed as it sails. ”Ludo...? Perhaps. I’ll do some research, and I’ll keep you safe until we can dream together again. I’m pretty sure you mistook a knife for a lighter, so...” His smile is sad. ”I’ll make sure to keep an eye on you.”
Letting out a deep sigh, the Star frowns and buries his face in the other man’s crown of curls.”I’ll figure it out,” he vows, and a small pulse of willpower has a beautiful canopy of leaves growing up and around the bed as it sails. ”Ludo...? Perhaps. I’ll do some research, and I’ll keep you safe until we can dream together again. I’m pretty sure you mistook a knife for a lighter, so...” His smile is sad. ”I’ll make sure to keep an eye on you.”
