REMI
For all the emotions flooding through their touch, for all the certainty that pours from Ronin like sunlight, Remi doesn’t let go. Doesn’t pull away, even as his husband’s words press between them like iron bars, even as the command settles into his bones.
The breath Remi exhales is slow, measured, but the weight in his chest is anything but. Ronin is looking at him like he should just understand, should just accept the way things are, but of course that isn't something the Bastion is capable of doing. Not when every fiber of his being is screaming at him that this isn’t right, that the man sitting in front of him, gripping his hand, looking at him with a mixture of frustration and conviction, has a noose around his neck that he can't even see.
Remi’s jaw tightens, but he keeps his voice steady, gentle. "When you were with Dahlia...did she touch you?" His fingers flex against Ronin’s as he recalls what it was Sunjata had said; that it feels nice, that it makes sense, that it doesn’t feel like anything is wrong. "Were you..." intimate?
The breath Remi exhales is slow, measured, but the weight in his chest is anything but. Ronin is looking at him like he should just understand, should just accept the way things are, but of course that isn't something the Bastion is capable of doing. Not when every fiber of his being is screaming at him that this isn’t right, that the man sitting in front of him, gripping his hand, looking at him with a mixture of frustration and conviction, has a noose around his neck that he can't even see.
Remi’s jaw tightens, but he keeps his voice steady, gentle. "When you were with Dahlia...did she touch you?" His fingers flex against Ronin’s as he recalls what it was Sunjata had said; that it feels nice, that it makes sense, that it doesn’t feel like anything is wrong. "Were you..." intimate?
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.
