honey, you're familiar, like my mirror years ago
Dropping to his knees that he might kneel between his husband's thighs, the Bastion reaches up to softly cradle Ronin's head in his hand. Not whipping away the tears but allowing them to fall as they would, Remi gazed as adoringly up into Ronin's face as Mort had into his own only a few hours before. "I wish I had more arms to hold you with." He says through a smile as his thumbs trace the soft skin beneath Ronin's eyes.
"As an apology for waking you up and bringing you to tears, I will make us breakfast." Releasing one side of Ronin's face in order to gently walk his fingers up and down the length of his side, Remi pulsed wave after wave of the sort of buoyant reassurance that had once come so easily to him.
"But before that, we could lay back in bed for a while. Or just go stand under the hot water in the shower. Whatever you want, so long as you keep me close."
"As an apology for waking you up and bringing you to tears, I will make us breakfast." Releasing one side of Ronin's face in order to gently walk his fingers up and down the length of his side, Remi pulsed wave after wave of the sort of buoyant reassurance that had once come so easily to him.
"But before that, we could lay back in bed for a while. Or just go stand under the hot water in the shower. Whatever you want, so long as you keep me close."
innocence died screaming, honey, ask me i should know
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.
