i've hidden all my fears in a book for only my eyes to see
"Obviously there are dick jokes in the wagon," Remi fires back, scandalised that this even needs clarifying. "Ianto lives in it. He’s a gay merchant, Ronin. It’s practically woven into the upholstery."
Drawing himself up to his full height—which, critically, is taller than you Ronin, thank you very much—Remi plants a hand dramatically over his heart. "Grey pubes?" he echoes, scandalized anew. "I knew that wasn’t sand, you liar. I trusted you!"
But then Ronin’s grin cuts through the theatrics, and the mischief in his voice undoes Remi in an instant. His indignation melts like sugar in tea, and before the Knight can finish prowling close, Remi’s already reaching for him, one arm looping around Ronin’s waist, the other rising to cup his cheek with a sun-warm palm. The touch sends a pulse of golden affection through their bond, boyish and bright, already softening as he draws Ronin down into a kiss. It’s firm and fond and full of laughter, Remi's mouth curved into a smile even as he draws the Knight lfush against him.
"I’d do anything in the world," Remi murmurs against Ronin’s lips, "if it meant ending up here with you." Another kiss, gentler now, though no less adoring. Then another, quick and fluttering, and one more for good measure, pressed to the tip of Ronin’s nose just because he can.
Drawing himself up to his full height—which, critically, is taller than you Ronin, thank you very much—Remi plants a hand dramatically over his heart. "Grey pubes?" he echoes, scandalized anew. "I knew that wasn’t sand, you liar. I trusted you!"
But then Ronin’s grin cuts through the theatrics, and the mischief in his voice undoes Remi in an instant. His indignation melts like sugar in tea, and before the Knight can finish prowling close, Remi’s already reaching for him, one arm looping around Ronin’s waist, the other rising to cup his cheek with a sun-warm palm. The touch sends a pulse of golden affection through their bond, boyish and bright, already softening as he draws Ronin down into a kiss. It’s firm and fond and full of laughter, Remi's mouth curved into a smile even as he draws the Knight lfush against him.
"I’d do anything in the world," Remi murmurs against Ronin’s lips, "if it meant ending up here with you." Another kiss, gentler now, though no less adoring. Then another, quick and fluttering, and one more for good measure, pressed to the tip of Ronin’s nose just because he can.
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.
