REMI
Remi snorts under his breath at Ronin’s perfectly reasonable weather argument, rolling his eyes with a fondness that’s far too warm to hold any real bite. "Alright, fine. You win this one." His lips twitch at Deimos’s equally smug “dibs,” but there’s no true resentment in the exaggerated sigh he lets out as he wades into the water. "And here I was, dreaming of that exact corner all day."
The heat envelops him like a sigh, pulling tension from his shoulders in slow, invisible threads. He reaches back, casually offering his hand to Ronin with fingers that curl loosely, but confidently, expecting his husband to take it.
At Deimos’s phrasing, Remi glances over with a dry look. "We’re still doing that, are we?" he asks aloud, voice light but edged with a wry curiosity. Still, he doesn’t push it. Not out here in the open. Instead, his attention sharpens as he tips his head to the side and slips into the quiet, seamless thread of the bond between the three of them.
I heard something, he says silently, sea-glass eyes narrowing faintly in thought. About two monsters left after your last run. But the rose was planted? And without having to kill anything, if I heard right. The disbelief is minimal, mostly tinged with cautious optimism. That sounds like progress. Or at least like you’re not getting ripped in half the second you set foot on the island anymore, which is progress enough for me.
The heat envelops him like a sigh, pulling tension from his shoulders in slow, invisible threads. He reaches back, casually offering his hand to Ronin with fingers that curl loosely, but confidently, expecting his husband to take it.
At Deimos’s phrasing, Remi glances over with a dry look. "We’re still doing that, are we?" he asks aloud, voice light but edged with a wry curiosity. Still, he doesn’t push it. Not out here in the open. Instead, his attention sharpens as he tips his head to the side and slips into the quiet, seamless thread of the bond between the three of them.
I heard something, he says silently, sea-glass eyes narrowing faintly in thought. About two monsters left after your last run. But the rose was planted? And without having to kill anything, if I heard right. The disbelief is minimal, mostly tinged with cautious optimism. That sounds like progress. Or at least like you’re not getting ripped in half the second you set foot on the island anymore, which is progress enough for me.
If you were church, I'd get on my knees
Confess my love, I'd know where to be
Confess my love, I'd know where to be
Code stolen from Queen Sky
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.
