REMI
all the things we said when we were younger
Remi chuckles quietly, the sound resonating low and warm in his chest as he gratefully takes the bottle of gin from Ronin’s outstretched hand. "I'd say yes, but I think we both know I'm far too humble for that," he murmurs affectionately, lips twitching into a playful smirk as he takes a generous sip. "We could always head back into the mountains for a while? Not to hide of course, but just to make more gin." But also maybe to hide.
As Ronin gasps in exaggerated horror at his blasphemy, Remi presses his mouth against his husband’s temple to muffle another laugh, nuzzling softly into the Knight's salt and pepper hair. "If it appears, I’ll take the blame entirely. It might be worth it, just to prove you right for once," he whispers, thumb brushing tenderly against Ronin's jaw. For just a moment, the Bastion allows himself to sink further into the fantasy Ronin weaves between them—a week, a season, an eternity just hidden away, just the two of them—
—And then he sees it.
A flicker of white, delicate and pure, rising silently from the water behind Ronin. Remi’s muscles tighten instantly beneath his husband’s touch, warmth and affection replaced swiftly by tension, echoed sharply through their bond. "Gods damnit," he mutters, amusement warring with disbelief as he stares helplessly at the Rae’s lily bobbing innocently on the surface.
"I'm at serious risk of having to drink the entire bottle of gin if I say another word," Remi says through a tense, half-laughing breath, eyes wide and fixed pointedly over Ronin’s shoulder. "You should, ah—" His lips twitch helplessly as he nudges Ronin gently, the humour darkening the lines of his face despite his best effort to remain stoic. "—you should turn around."
As Ronin gasps in exaggerated horror at his blasphemy, Remi presses his mouth against his husband’s temple to muffle another laugh, nuzzling softly into the Knight's salt and pepper hair. "If it appears, I’ll take the blame entirely. It might be worth it, just to prove you right for once," he whispers, thumb brushing tenderly against Ronin's jaw. For just a moment, the Bastion allows himself to sink further into the fantasy Ronin weaves between them—a week, a season, an eternity just hidden away, just the two of them—
—And then he sees it.
A flicker of white, delicate and pure, rising silently from the water behind Ronin. Remi’s muscles tighten instantly beneath his husband’s touch, warmth and affection replaced swiftly by tension, echoed sharply through their bond. "Gods damnit," he mutters, amusement warring with disbelief as he stares helplessly at the Rae’s lily bobbing innocently on the surface.
"I'm at serious risk of having to drink the entire bottle of gin if I say another word," Remi says through a tense, half-laughing breath, eyes wide and fixed pointedly over Ronin’s shoulder. "You should, ah—" His lips twitch helplessly as he nudges Ronin gently, the humour darkening the lines of his face despite his best effort to remain stoic. "—you should turn around."
did it bend or did I break?
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.
