RONIN
the darkstar
”Maybe...” Ronin’s tone drops a bit, the Star not wanting to think about whatever made them sick. His grip on Remi tightens ever so slightly, as if trying to banish the thought of him falling unwell again. Then, obviously, the other man blows air into his ear, and it’s with a feigned snarl of outrage that Ronin turns his head and is captured by a kiss. He continues to try and voice his displeasure for a few seconds, before it hums into contentment, the Star kissing Remi back and drawing him closer.
Probably not the best time for Amalia to speak up, and Ronin blinks his eyes open to glance across at their friend with the taste of Remi still fresh on his lips. ”About what means happened?” he asked, the picture of distracted idiot in that moment, before a sunny smile warms his cheeks. ”What’s there to talk about?” he asks.
Probably not the best time for Amalia to speak up, and Ronin blinks his eyes open to glance across at their friend with the taste of Remi still fresh on his lips. ”About what means happened?” he asked, the picture of distracted idiot in that moment, before a sunny smile warms his cheeks. ”What’s there to talk about?” he asks.
