REMI
Remi huffs out a quiet laugh, shaking his head as he continues slicing the bread. "Ah, well. I had no idea you put so much emphasis emPHAsis on the size of the D," he muses, his voice dry but teasing as he nudges Ronin softly.
"I suppose I should be grateful you still consider wine sacred," he sighs in mock defeat, setting the sliced bread aside and moving to assemble the sandwich. "And here I thought we had no real boundaries anymore." Ronin’s kiss at his neck is enough to make Remi pause for a fraction of a second as he grins. He keeps his focus on the sandwich, though, on the motion of his hands, on the steps of preparing food, because if he lingers too long on the feeling of his husband pressed against him, he might forget himself. Might forget that as easy as it would be to allow himself to become distracted, that Ronin very much does actually need to eat.
So instead, he lets out a soft hum in response to Ronin’s gratitude. "That's okay," he says simply, his voice softer now. "Take whatever time you need." He doesn’t say that it will get easier because he knows from experience that grief is never so kind. So the Bastion offers no platitudes but merely places the sandwich on a plate and slides it toward Ronin with an expectant raise of his brows. "Now. Be impressed by my culinary mastery while I heat up your soup."
"I suppose I should be grateful you still consider wine sacred," he sighs in mock defeat, setting the sliced bread aside and moving to assemble the sandwich. "And here I thought we had no real boundaries anymore." Ronin’s kiss at his neck is enough to make Remi pause for a fraction of a second as he grins. He keeps his focus on the sandwich, though, on the motion of his hands, on the steps of preparing food, because if he lingers too long on the feeling of his husband pressed against him, he might forget himself. Might forget that as easy as it would be to allow himself to become distracted, that Ronin very much does actually need to eat.
So instead, he lets out a soft hum in response to Ronin’s gratitude. "That's okay," he says simply, his voice softer now. "Take whatever time you need." He doesn’t say that it will get easier because he knows from experience that grief is never so kind. So the Bastion offers no platitudes but merely places the sandwich on a plate and slides it toward Ronin with an expectant raise of his brows. "Now. Be impressed by my culinary mastery while I heat up your soup."
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.
