REMI
Feeling heat immediately plume low in his belly to hear his husband say so, the Lullaby does his best to remind himself just where and when they are lest Hadama (or gods, Flora) receive official word from the Grounds about the conduct of Torchline's resident demigods. Still, greedily Remi clutches for his husband, not wanting to chase away entirely the youthful thrill of impromptu makeout sessions in wide open spaces.
"Wh—oh." As surprised by the choice of gift as hearing Maea's lips, Remi leans back on one arm before disentangling his hand from Ronin's hair to softly accept the square. "And you got this for me?" He wonders with amusement, clearly thinking that it better suited Mateo as well. Grinning crookedly, Remi rubs the material softly between his fingers. "Funny, I ran into Maea a little while ago too." He murmurs, and though it's poorly done given he has only one hand to do it with, Remi tries to fold the square into thirds before tucking it into the pocket of his chambray shirt.
"There. How do I look?"
"Wh—oh." As surprised by the choice of gift as hearing Maea's lips, Remi leans back on one arm before disentangling his hand from Ronin's hair to softly accept the square. "And you got this for me?" He wonders with amusement, clearly thinking that it better suited Mateo as well. Grinning crookedly, Remi rubs the material softly between his fingers. "Funny, I ran into Maea a little while ago too." He murmurs, and though it's poorly done given he has only one hand to do it with, Remi tries to fold the square into thirds before tucking it into the pocket of his chambray shirt.
"There. How do I look?"
Who are you? They ask. Death?
Sometimes... I say. But not today
Sometimes... I say. But not today
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
