kidnap me from my reality & crushed pieces of my soul
Remi’s arms wind around his husband with careful pressure, the warmth of the embrace a balm despite the ache they both know is blooming beneath Ronin’s coat. "Mmm," he hums sympathetically, chin brushing briefly against Ronin’s hair. Straightening with a quiet exhale, Remi dusts his hands on his thighs and gives Ronin a sidelong look, all mock solemnity. "I absolutely want to get out of here," he agrees, "but I’m making no promises about forgetting this. It feels like the sort of story you need to be reminded of when you're being insufferably smug. And—" The Bastion raises his brows to stay any arguments. "—before you say that you're never insufferably smug, all that means is that I'll never have occasion to bring it up again, mm?"
At the mention of dinner, he tips his head toward their small companion. "Then you’d better give the last of those snacks to the fox so that it doesn't tell either," he murmurs, reaching to pluck the axe from where it rests and handing it back. With a soft kiss pressed against Ronin’s cheek and a look that lingers for just a second longer than it needs to.
And with that, he steps off through the frost, mist curling low at his boots, the white-furred fox trailing behind in the hopes of more snacks.
~FIN
At the mention of dinner, he tips his head toward their small companion. "Then you’d better give the last of those snacks to the fox so that it doesn't tell either," he murmurs, reaching to pluck the axe from where it rests and handing it back. With a soft kiss pressed against Ronin’s cheek and a look that lingers for just a second longer than it needs to.
And with that, he steps off through the frost, mist curling low at his boots, the white-furred fox trailing behind in the hopes of more snacks.
~FIN
colour me outside the lines
until my shattered heart is whole
REMI
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.
