RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
For Ronin's part, had he known Remi's thoughts, he could only have mentally applauded the other man. Because he's right on both counts - that while he'd have thoroughly enjoyed their game of chicken, it probably would kill them both, and that's not really the aim of the game right now. So the musician's hands stay as they should, and the bridge flies past in blurs of colour. When the voice crackles in his ear, a grin spreads across his face, and were it not for the fact that Remi probably wouldn't feel it, he'd have shrugged.
"Let's see," he murmurs, even as he coaxes the engine further into a roar, "That would be... dul ar aghaidh, a ligean ar a bheith againn níos mó." The lilt of his voice is somewhat lost in the hum of the bike and the wind rushing past them, though his laughter at the end of it will doubtlessly make it through, and Ronin cruises them towards 200.
"Let's see," he murmurs, even as he coaxes the engine further into a roar, "That would be... dul ar aghaidh, a ligean ar a bheith againn níos mó." The lilt of his voice is somewhat lost in the hum of the bike and the wind rushing past them, though his laughter at the end of it will doubtlessly make it through, and Ronin cruises them towards 200.
show me your darkness.
