honey, you're familiar like my mirror years ago
"Mmm, do I ever." Remi agrees. Ronin isn't the only one who needs a minute, and very nearly the Bastion is forced to call on both Sugar and Spice to give him an appropriate cooling-off if only because of the way his thoughts are helplessly drawn back to the feel of his husband's lips against his and memories he'd nearly forgotten about.
With a smile on his lips that didn't quite reach his eyes—never fear, that's what sunglasses are for—Remi waggles his son's cocktail at him as the botanist squawks his protests. "Vuoi che sia fatto bene, vero?" Raising his eyebrows and grinning, he hands Mateo his drink. "Besides, as we seemed to be the reason for so much tension at the beginning, we thought we'd give the three of you sometime alone before we came back and ruined it." Remi adds chipperly, the second long pull of alcohol he'd snuck before the pair departed the houseboat doing wonders for his mood.
With a smile on his lips that didn't quite reach his eyes—never fear, that's what sunglasses are for—Remi waggles his son's cocktail at him as the botanist squawks his protests. "Vuoi che sia fatto bene, vero?" Raising his eyebrows and grinning, he hands Mateo his drink. "Besides, as we seemed to be the reason for so much tension at the beginning, we thought we'd give the three of you sometime alone before we came back and ruined it." Remi adds chipperly, the second long pull of alcohol he'd snuck before the pair departed the houseboat doing wonders for his mood.
idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on its sword
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.
