babylon lovers hanging lifetimes on a vine
Remi's lips and tongue continue to make feeble attempts at conveying what it was he felt so strongly for the Knight, apologizing for the inadequacy with which he felt he showed it. "I don't mean to get like this...after.." He murmurs gently against Ronin's lips as they part. What had started out as nothing more than a strong desire to cuddle had turned into this, and gods only knew how Ronin put up with it after so many years. "I blame my magic." He adds with a crooked smile, his eyes half rolling as he too adjusts in order to more comfortably remain at his husband's side.
Reaching out to trace a sunbeam that intersected perfectly with Ronin's shoulder, the Bastion inhales slowly through his nose as he considers. "I think I would like our chances more if we were Frey or Rae demigods, actually." He points out, and, thanks to this bit of banter, the talons of his melancholy and grief begin to release. "You never really see them doing much, you know?" Sure, Sunjata had come with them to Starfall, but in all the battles and in the big scheme of things, it just wasn't the sort of thing that Frey seemed to be ordering them to do.
"Together." Remi agrees, his palm sliding from the jut of Ronin's shoulder toward his cheek, resting softly there. Though the pair have talked around it before, it's the first time, for Remi at least, that he's thought properly about what he would do if Ronin were to die. If he was taken, as he once had been, it no longer seemed like some distant possibility that Remi would find the quickest way to join his husband. It'd have to be Isla, probably. He couldn't ask that of his children, but...
Swallowing, Remi blinks a few times, eyes refocusing. "Do you think Mort and Vi ever watch us, the way Safrin used to watch you?" Raising a brow, he hazards a glance down the length of their tangled bodies, and smirks. "And wonder what is the matter with us?"
Reaching out to trace a sunbeam that intersected perfectly with Ronin's shoulder, the Bastion inhales slowly through his nose as he considers. "I think I would like our chances more if we were Frey or Rae demigods, actually." He points out, and, thanks to this bit of banter, the talons of his melancholy and grief begin to release. "You never really see them doing much, you know?" Sure, Sunjata had come with them to Starfall, but in all the battles and in the big scheme of things, it just wasn't the sort of thing that Frey seemed to be ordering them to do.
"Together." Remi agrees, his palm sliding from the jut of Ronin's shoulder toward his cheek, resting softly there. Though the pair have talked around it before, it's the first time, for Remi at least, that he's thought properly about what he would do if Ronin were to die. If he was taken, as he once had been, it no longer seemed like some distant possibility that Remi would find the quickest way to join his husband. It'd have to be Isla, probably. He couldn't ask that of his children, but...
Swallowing, Remi blinks a few times, eyes refocusing. "Do you think Mort and Vi ever watch us, the way Safrin used to watch you?" Raising a brow, he hazards a glance down the length of their tangled bodies, and smirks. "And wonder what is the matter with us?"
it felt like somethin' holy, like souls bleeding
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.
