REMI
the bastion
Darling, you never could scare me
Set me ablaze like you do
Set me ablaze like you do
"Oh, hold you to that." Remi murmurs, amusement curling in his voice as he shakes his head at the idea of the sweater monstrosities Ronin is now bound by honour to make for them.
Still, his teasing is tempered by the way his fingers tighten slightly in Ronin’s sweater, the way his body instinctively leans into his husband's warmth even as the coat remains a barrier between them. He huffs a quiet laugh at Ronin’s mock offence, the spark of mischief in his gaze fading slightly as the Knight reaches for the coat, spreading it open with all the ceremony of something far grander than a simple gift. Remi hesitates for only a moment before stepping into it, letting his arms slip through the sleeves, the weight of the fabric settling over his shoulders.
It fits perfectly.
His fingers curl around the lapels, tracing the edges as if testing the shape of it before he tilts his head up toward Ronin. "You mean you don't have my measurements memorized?" He asks, his grin entirely boyish and crooked. "I'm a touch offended." All that time with Ronin's hands pawing all over him must have counted for something, surely. Though given how perfectly the coat fits, he supposes that it has.
The warmth in his gaze lingers as he gives an experimental roll of his shoulders, shifting in the coat before sighing softly. "Alright, I suppose you win," he concedes, though his voice is nothing but fond. "Thoughtful, practical, warm. I’ll even forgive you for the fact that now I have no excuse to steal your sweaters." He tugs at the lapels one last time before reaching for Ronin again, his fingers hooking into the belt loops of his husband’s trousers to pull him back in.
"But that doesn’t mean I’m letting you off the hook," he murmurs, his voice lower now, the space between them closing once more. "Retribution is coming. Just you wait." That retribution would have to wait, of course, in light of events nearly about to unfold, but of course Remi doesn't know that, and so for the moment he's more than content to match his husband's thoughtfulness with mischief and affection.
Still, his teasing is tempered by the way his fingers tighten slightly in Ronin’s sweater, the way his body instinctively leans into his husband's warmth even as the coat remains a barrier between them. He huffs a quiet laugh at Ronin’s mock offence, the spark of mischief in his gaze fading slightly as the Knight reaches for the coat, spreading it open with all the ceremony of something far grander than a simple gift. Remi hesitates for only a moment before stepping into it, letting his arms slip through the sleeves, the weight of the fabric settling over his shoulders.
It fits perfectly.
His fingers curl around the lapels, tracing the edges as if testing the shape of it before he tilts his head up toward Ronin. "You mean you don't have my measurements memorized?" He asks, his grin entirely boyish and crooked. "I'm a touch offended." All that time with Ronin's hands pawing all over him must have counted for something, surely. Though given how perfectly the coat fits, he supposes that it has.
The warmth in his gaze lingers as he gives an experimental roll of his shoulders, shifting in the coat before sighing softly. "Alright, I suppose you win," he concedes, though his voice is nothing but fond. "Thoughtful, practical, warm. I’ll even forgive you for the fact that now I have no excuse to steal your sweaters." He tugs at the lapels one last time before reaching for Ronin again, his fingers hooking into the belt loops of his husband’s trousers to pull him back in.
"But that doesn’t mean I’m letting you off the hook," he murmurs, his voice lower now, the space between them closing once more. "Retribution is coming. Just you wait." That retribution would have to wait, of course, in light of events nearly about to unfold, but of course Remi doesn't know that, and so for the moment he's more than content to match his husband's thoughtfulness with mischief and affection.
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.
