Oh if time is a river lets be stones underwater
Remi chuckles under his breath, his shoulder bumping gently into Ronin’s as he leans into the contact, letting himself enjoy the slow, absent preening of his feathers. "We literally just trained together in Halo," he murmurs, tilting his head to give Ronin better access if he wants it. "And we’ve both helped with the defences in Haulani. I don’t know what more she thinks there is to do, unless she wants us laying bricks by hand and holding bake sales to raise funds for more sandbags."
The quip is tired but fond, and when Ronin lifts his fingers to kiss them, Remi hums, low and warm, against the gesture. His own hand turns slightly, fingertips brushing the Knight’s cheek. "That’s why I thought lying might be better," he admits. "Not ‘I won’t,’ but ‘I can’t.’ " There’s no real shame in his voice, only the quiet calculation of someone who’s run out of honest tools and started eyeing the dishonest ones.
But at the mention of how Flora was now, Remi’s humour dims. His curls, still half-damp from the sea, cling to his brow as he shakes his head slowly. "She wasn’t like this before Jack," he murmurs, the words pulled from somewhere tight in his chest. "Selfishly, I thought when they broke up—when she realised what kind of man he is—that maybe she’d go back to the way she was. But..."
A sigh gusts from him, his eyes on the horizon. "She only seems worse, now," he finishes, quietly. "Like something in her’s unravelled, and now she’s clinging harder to the image she thinks she needs to be. Even when it's hurting the people around her and is liable to get her killed."
The quip is tired but fond, and when Ronin lifts his fingers to kiss them, Remi hums, low and warm, against the gesture. His own hand turns slightly, fingertips brushing the Knight’s cheek. "That’s why I thought lying might be better," he admits. "Not ‘I won’t,’ but ‘I can’t.’ " There’s no real shame in his voice, only the quiet calculation of someone who’s run out of honest tools and started eyeing the dishonest ones.
But at the mention of how Flora was now, Remi’s humour dims. His curls, still half-damp from the sea, cling to his brow as he shakes his head slowly. "She wasn’t like this before Jack," he murmurs, the words pulled from somewhere tight in his chest. "Selfishly, I thought when they broke up—when she realised what kind of man he is—that maybe she’d go back to the way she was. But..."
A sigh gusts from him, his eyes on the horizon. "She only seems worse, now," he finishes, quietly. "Like something in her’s unravelled, and now she’s clinging harder to the image she thinks she needs to be. Even when it's hurting the people around her and is liable to get her killed."
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.
