we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
It doesn't seem fine, and not because it doesn't necessarily hurt, though Remi will be able to feel as much from the Knight as he grumbles his way into sitting back against the railing of the Northaven with his husband tangled against him. "Man, I dunno. Maybe I scared the kid off a little," he mutters of Koa, wrinkling his nose at the memory and feeling more and more like everything he'd done to help Flora with her (love) life had been completely wrong.
Giving Remi's hand a squeeze and leaning in to kiss the crown of his head, he huffs out a long sigh. "I mean, she's been through a lot since then," he points out gently, and it's not even the Jack of it all. Losing Enzo, becoming Queen of Torchline, having to deal with gods and monsters and The Family... it's not all that surprising that Flora has replaced thoughts of a fairytale wedding with whatever is good for now.
"If we invited her to dinner, do you think she'd still come? If we made sure Mateo was there as well?"
Giving Remi's hand a squeeze and leaning in to kiss the crown of his head, he huffs out a long sigh. "I mean, she's been through a lot since then," he points out gently, and it's not even the Jack of it all. Losing Enzo, becoming Queen of Torchline, having to deal with gods and monsters and The Family... it's not all that surprising that Flora has replaced thoughts of a fairytale wedding with whatever is good for now.
"If we invited her to dinner, do you think she'd still come? If we made sure Mateo was there as well?"
THE WHITE KNIGHT
and continue fighting
