RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
"You heard," Ronin says, offering no explanation for his turn of phrase, instead rummaging around for a pair of jeans that he might forego having to pour himself back into his bike leathers. As Remi snarks back, he hisses in a breath as if he's been wounded, though the smile playing across his lips says quite the opposite. "Well, I have been described as the bold sort," he informs the other man. It feels good to be able to talk to one another on the same level - or at least with any immediate sexual tension between them, and Ronin makes a point of rolling his eyes at Remi before he drags on his shirt.
"Well, consider it a sidestep into the question then," he says, his head popping through the t-shirt to leave his already mussed up hair even worse. "I was just wondering how you ended up in NYC from Italy. Were you a musician over there as well, and just moved here?"
"Well, consider it a sidestep into the question then," he says, his head popping through the t-shirt to leave his already mussed up hair even worse. "I was just wondering how you ended up in NYC from Italy. Were you a musician over there as well, and just moved here?"
show me your darkness.
