are you really going to talk about timing in times like these?
"Is it? I hadn't noticed." Remi hums mischievously. His smile all but falls away, replaced by an expression that almost looks pained as he tucks his lips over his teeth and reminds himself once again, not to simply shove the former-Star against something hard (a wall, his cock, it didn't matter). Flushed and distracted, Remi is already choosing a table when Ronin shouts his instructions. Rolling his eyes and turning toward a window that looked out on the Stonesong (not least of all so that he could quickly adjust the front of his pants), Remi sits down and waits for Ronin to return.
The bar smells of sage, wood, and fresh water. Unlike bars in Torchline that smelled mostly of vomit and blood or those in Stormbreak that smelled like sex and mischief, this one felt utterly charming. "Everything is dark just now," Remi points out when Ronin joins him. "And I think all it takes is a few tentacles to make it suitably creepy, don't you agree?" Flashing his husband a smile, Remi leans back in his chair before fixing the Huntsman with a stare. "I think....this is one of the more normal things we have done in ages. The last time we went for just a regular drink was when we tried to go on a first date." He doesn't bother asking if the Huntsman remembers because Remi knows he will.
"To us." Dimples deep and his eyes warm in the glow from candles and will o'wisps both, Remi holds his glass out for Ronin to cheers'.
The bar smells of sage, wood, and fresh water. Unlike bars in Torchline that smelled mostly of vomit and blood or those in Stormbreak that smelled like sex and mischief, this one felt utterly charming. "Everything is dark just now," Remi points out when Ronin joins him. "And I think all it takes is a few tentacles to make it suitably creepy, don't you agree?" Flashing his husband a smile, Remi leans back in his chair before fixing the Huntsman with a stare. "I think....this is one of the more normal things we have done in ages. The last time we went for just a regular drink was when we tried to go on a first date." He doesn't bother asking if the Huntsman remembers because Remi knows he will.
"To us." Dimples deep and his eyes warm in the glow from candles and will o'wisps both, Remi holds his glass out for Ronin to cheers'.
remi
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.
