REMI
the bastion
Darling, you never could scare me
Set me ablaze like you do
Set me ablaze like you do
"Oh?" he muses, shifting his weight to lean lazily against the counter, his arms folding loosely across his chest. "Well, now I’m curious. What is it? Did you wrestle the tide jaguar’s mother for a handful of fur?" He watches Ronin go with something close to fond exasperation, knowing full well that whatever his husband has procured will be equally ridiculous and thoughtful in some combination only Ronin can manage. Tilting his head slightly, he lets his fingers drum idly against his bicep as he calls after him: "Should I be concerned? Or is this one of those gifts I’ll have to pretend not to like until you catch me using it later?"
He might not say it aloud, but there’s something undeniably good about being here, about this—about the easy rhythm they’ve settled into, the fact that after everything, they are still like this. Waiting, he shifts to steal one of Ronin’s abandoned drinks, lifting it to his lips with a quiet, expectant grin.
"I hope you know that if it’s alive, you’re the one feeding it."
He might not say it aloud, but there’s something undeniably good about being here, about this—about the easy rhythm they’ve settled into, the fact that after everything, they are still like this. Waiting, he shifts to steal one of Ronin’s abandoned drinks, lifting it to his lips with a quiet, expectant grin.
"I hope you know that if it’s alive, you’re the one feeding it."
I'd walk over coals in my bare feet
If that gets me closer to you
If that gets me closer to you
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.
