how could I freeze when you're hotter than hell?

i've hidden all my fears in a book for only my eyes to see

Remi’s laugh is low and easy as they fall into step, his fingers playing idly with the hem of Ronin’s shirt where his hand slips into his back pocket. "Honestly, I can’t remember if that was the one with the green cocktails or the one with the chairs that broke when you looked at them wrong," he muses. "I think we’ve been kicked out of—or passionately exited from—more places than I care to admit." There’s no shame in it. Just fondness for the amount of time their affections for one another got the best of them.

But at the mention of the gin, and the title that he used to bear, something shifts faintly in the Bastion’s expression. His smile stays, but it softens at the edges, worn a little thinner by memory. "I miss it sometimes," he admits quietly. "Not the ruling—gods, I was a nightmare. But protecting it. The way the woods would hum when they recognized me." His fingers tighten subtly at Ronin’s hip, the press of his side just a little firmer.

"I felt like I was part of something. Not above it the way it can sometimes feel now. Just...woven in." He huffs a quiet breath, shaking the thought off before it lingers too long. "Still, if the trees remember me, maybe they’ll offer us a drink on the house."

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