Now the ashes of tomorrow sing your sad song
"Sagely and wise?" Remi echoes with a low chuckle, lifting his head just enough to peer up at Ronin with a twinkle in his sea-glass eyes. "I suppose next you'll expect me to grow a long beard and start dispensing cryptic advice from somewhere in the Cordillera." The teasing lilt of his accent is paired with the soft stroke of his fingers brushing absently through Ronin’s sweater as he shakes his head adoringly.
But when Ronin tilts his head against Remi’s curls, that weight—solid and familiar—settles something deep within him. It’s not lost on him how rare days like this have become, how precious the moments are when the world doesn’t demand their attention, and he’s not about to let that slip by unnoticed.
His fingers trail upward, brushing through the dark hair at Ronin’s temple, deliberately catching at the few gray strands nestled there. "Speaking of which... it seems age is creeping up on you faster than it is on me," he adds with a boyish grin, the pads of his fingers lingering against the silver before withdrawing to meet Ronin’s eyes, knowing just how much the Knight used to loathe seeing whisps of gray in the mirror.
Before Ronin can argue, Remi is reaching for the Knight's hands to tug him towards their bed. "Come on," he hums, mischief swamping the affectionate glint of the emotions flowing between them. "There's something else I want to make rise in the meantime."
~FIN
But when Ronin tilts his head against Remi’s curls, that weight—solid and familiar—settles something deep within him. It’s not lost on him how rare days like this have become, how precious the moments are when the world doesn’t demand their attention, and he’s not about to let that slip by unnoticed.
His fingers trail upward, brushing through the dark hair at Ronin’s temple, deliberately catching at the few gray strands nestled there. "Speaking of which... it seems age is creeping up on you faster than it is on me," he adds with a boyish grin, the pads of his fingers lingering against the silver before withdrawing to meet Ronin’s eyes, knowing just how much the Knight used to loathe seeing whisps of gray in the mirror.
Before Ronin can argue, Remi is reaching for the Knight's hands to tug him towards their bed. "Come on," he hums, mischief swamping the affectionate glint of the emotions flowing between them. "There's something else I want to make rise in the meantime."
~FIN
the lullaby
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.
