REMI
the bastion
Darling, you never could scare me
Set me ablaze like you do
Set me ablaze like you do
Remi steps into the Hanged Man behind Ronin, the dusky light catching on the sheen of his curls and the quiet mischief already tugging at the corner of his mouth. His gaze sweeps the room—glittering cocktails, glistening skin, the press of bodies and music and LongHeat indulgence thick in the air—and when Ronin murmurs his little reminder, the Bastion snorts under his breath.
"Mmm. I remember the wall being sturdier than I think either of us expected," he murmurs back, the mental image as vivid as ever—Ronin's back against the sun-warmed wood, Remi's mouth on his throat, their pleas biting into each other’s skin between gasps and curses. His fingers drift against Ronin’s lower back for the briefest moment, then fall away as the crowd surges around them.
He lifts his hand to Flora as she passes by in a blur of fire-red heels and queenly purpose. She’s radiant and commanding and absolutely in her element, and he doesn’t try to catch her attention now—no point getting in the way of a storm in full swing. She’d come to them when she wanted. A second wave goes to Mateo, eyes crinkling with paternal fondness even if his son is already deep in whatever animated tale he’s spinning. And then, content to drift in Ronin’s wake, Remi lets himself be guided toward Isla ’s table, his hand ghosting along the small of Ronin’s back as they go.
"Mind if we crash the no-heartbreak table?" he wonders, grinning at the Remedy.
"Mmm. I remember the wall being sturdier than I think either of us expected," he murmurs back, the mental image as vivid as ever—Ronin's back against the sun-warmed wood, Remi's mouth on his throat, their pleas biting into each other’s skin between gasps and curses. His fingers drift against Ronin’s lower back for the briefest moment, then fall away as the crowd surges around them.
He lifts his hand to Flora as she passes by in a blur of fire-red heels and queenly purpose. She’s radiant and commanding and absolutely in her element, and he doesn’t try to catch her attention now—no point getting in the way of a storm in full swing. She’d come to them when she wanted. A second wave goes to Mateo, eyes crinkling with paternal fondness even if his son is already deep in whatever animated tale he’s spinning. And then, content to drift in Ronin’s wake, Remi lets himself be guided toward Isla ’s table, his hand ghosting along the small of Ronin’s back as they go.
"Mind if we crash the no-heartbreak table?" he wonders, grinning at the Remedy.
I'd walk over coals in my bare feet
If that gets me closer to you
If that gets me closer to you
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.
