Oh if time is a river lets be stones underwater
The moment Ronin’s voice brushes against the edge of his thoughts—quiet, flat, not in the mood—the ocean stills. Not in waves or sound, but in intent. The Northaven, halfway coaxed into deeper water, drifts to a stop so abruptly it rocks once on its tether, and then no further.
A ripple of darker blue surges up alongside the hull, low and smooth as thunderclouds at sea. Within seconds, Remi appears—half-shifted, salt-slick curls clinging to his brow, the remnants of tentacles still tapering off from his shoulders as he uses them to help propel himself upward. With little effort, he hauls himself aboard the deck, water sloughing off his shoulders and soaking into the sunwarmed wood beneath him.
He doesn’t say anything at first, but then, it isn't like he needs to.
Moving with the immediacy of a tether pulled too tight, Remi reaches for Ronin without hesitation, slipping one damp palm against his husband’s cheek as the other finds his wrist. His brows knit, worry laced in every boyish line of his expression as he leans down to press a kiss just beside Ronin’s mouth, salt-sweet and lingering, before doing the same to the inside of his wrist.
"Hey," he murmurs, voice low and warm from the sea. "Do you want to talk about it?"
A ripple of darker blue surges up alongside the hull, low and smooth as thunderclouds at sea. Within seconds, Remi appears—half-shifted, salt-slick curls clinging to his brow, the remnants of tentacles still tapering off from his shoulders as he uses them to help propel himself upward. With little effort, he hauls himself aboard the deck, water sloughing off his shoulders and soaking into the sunwarmed wood beneath him.
He doesn’t say anything at first, but then, it isn't like he needs to.
Moving with the immediacy of a tether pulled too tight, Remi reaches for Ronin without hesitation, slipping one damp palm against his husband’s cheek as the other finds his wrist. His brows knit, worry laced in every boyish line of his expression as he leans down to press a kiss just beside Ronin’s mouth, salt-sweet and lingering, before doing the same to the inside of his wrist.
"Hey," he murmurs, voice low and warm from the sea. "Do you want to talk about it?"
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.
