share our dreams and sit our thrones

REMI

when people say that something is forever

Verona is quite literally in Venice's shadow, some might say, but shhhhhh. It's all Italian and V's all the way down.

With a smile that's saccharine-sweet, and wide enough that one might wonder if angel's have special muscles in their faces to hold such an expression in place (they do), Remi turns and discovers quite to his "surprise," a familiar face by his side—although, at the very least, he feigns surprise.

"Mmmm?" He raises his eyebrows, not quite meeting Ronin's gaze, as he graciously accepts a glass of champagne from a passing server. "I have no idea what you mean," he responds innocently. "Besides, we were bound to bump into one another again. Venice is not that large." The angel points out with a dainty sniff before raising the champagne flute to his lips and taking a decadent sip. "Ahh. Just perfect."

Suddenly stilling, the angel narrows his seaglass green eyes before turning swiftly toward Ronin. "What have you just done?" He asks gently, but sternly. "You've just done something, haven't you? I can smell it. Like stale cinnamon."

either way, it ends

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!