Oh if time is a river lets be stones underwater
Gods but if Ronin isn't a welcomed sight on the best of days, but after what had just transpired with Isla? To come home to this? It wasn't just the shock still clinging to him like a mist, that had the Lullaby's knees going slightly weak, and honestly, he didn't mind it one bit. It seemed to reaffirm something for him, to anchor him in a way that felt reassuring and right.
"Hey." The Lullaby answers with a quick laugh, and despite everything on his mind, Remi still bobs his eyebrows appreciatively in his husband's direction before sinking down next to him. Immediately his right-hand sneaks across his lap to try and steal the glass of wine from the Huntsman, and before Remi can stop it, he realizes that actually he would rather like a sip and simply follows up the movement with an apologetic smile.
"So...I bumped into Isla." He begins, exhaling out her nape and forgoing any sort of game of guess who I just saw.
"Hey." The Lullaby answers with a quick laugh, and despite everything on his mind, Remi still bobs his eyebrows appreciatively in his husband's direction before sinking down next to him. Immediately his right-hand sneaks across his lap to try and steal the glass of wine from the Huntsman, and before Remi can stop it, he realizes that actually he would rather like a sip and simply follows up the movement with an apologetic smile.
"So...I bumped into Isla." He begins, exhaling out her nape and forgoing any sort of game of guess who I just saw.
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.
