REMI
the bastion
& i feel like i'm naked in front of the crowd
'Cause these words are my diary, screaming out loud
'Cause these words are my diary, screaming out loud
Remi stops mid-step, his pulse quickening not just at the sight of the starbolts hovering dangerously at Ronin’s shoulders, but at the hollow look in his husband’s eyes—the abrupt shift from quiet comfort to cold warning. He’s seen that look before, knows it intimately from battles they’ve fought together, and from battles they've fought against each other in long ago once upon a times. It lodges something sharp and tight in his chest that he finds almost impossible to breathe around.
His fingers tighten carefully around the rose’s stem, mindful of its fragile petals. Slowly, he raises his other hand, palm out, in a quiet gesture meant to calm, though his gaze never leaves Ronin’s face. "That's what you wanted," he acknowledges softly, steadying his voice despite the tension radiating from the Knight. "But it will only take a second. Just one little prick from the thorn, Ronin, and then—"
Remi swallows, stepping carefully forward even though every instinct screams at him to move cautiously. "—then we can set this whole thing aside. Never speak of it again, if that’s what you want." He pauses then, trying to find the man he loves behind the wary, distant expression. "Please," he murmurs quietly, his voice gentling further. Gods knew neither of them would be happy having to do this the hard way.
His fingers tighten carefully around the rose’s stem, mindful of its fragile petals. Slowly, he raises his other hand, palm out, in a quiet gesture meant to calm, though his gaze never leaves Ronin’s face. "That's what you wanted," he acknowledges softly, steadying his voice despite the tension radiating from the Knight. "But it will only take a second. Just one little prick from the thorn, Ronin, and then—"
Remi swallows, stepping carefully forward even though every instinct screams at him to move cautiously. "—then we can set this whole thing aside. Never speak of it again, if that’s what you want." He pauses then, trying to find the man he loves behind the wary, distant expression. "Please," he murmurs quietly, his voice gentling further. Gods knew neither of them would be happy having to do this the hard way.
& i know that you'll use them, however you want to
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.
