Let's not get lost in the dark blue
But darling if we do, just find me and I'll find you
But darling if we do, just find me and I'll find you
Remi huffs a quiet laugh, the sound low and affectionate in his chest as she curls against him. He shifts just enough to press a kiss into her hair, anchoring her against the tide of whatever storm is still tugging at her. "I am excellent at building things," he murmurs with mock offense, though the twinkle in his eye makes it clear he's not about to start listing credentials. "But I’m not excellent at letting Ronin build things in his own way without hovering."
The self-awareness is dry, honest, and a little wry, and he nudges his nose gently against her temple. "Besides, he’s taking it seriously. There’s…care in the way he’s doing it. And if I stuck around, I’d probably just end up kissing him in a pile of splinters and ruin the whole thing." His grin is boyish and lopsided, clearly not all that sorry about the idea.
He leans back just enough to glance down at her, his arms still wrapped loosely around her waist. "So I thought maybe I’d bring him something sweet later. Get a few good kisses without dust in my mouth, hence the search for some pineapples."
The self-awareness is dry, honest, and a little wry, and he nudges his nose gently against her temple. "Besides, he’s taking it seriously. There’s…care in the way he’s doing it. And if I stuck around, I’d probably just end up kissing him in a pile of splinters and ruin the whole thing." His grin is boyish and lopsided, clearly not all that sorry about the idea.
He leans back just enough to glance down at her, his arms still wrapped loosely around her waist. "So I thought maybe I’d bring him something sweet later. Get a few good kisses without dust in my mouth, hence the search for some pineapples."
the bastion
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.
