Oh if time is a river lets be stones underwater
"Oh, is that all?" Remi mutters dryly, rolling his eyes in mock exasperation as Ronin details the ever-growing list of tasks supposedly required of them. His tone stays fond, though, tempered by the kiss to his cheek and the slow loosening of tension through their bond. He allows it to settle, lets himself be held in it, but the moment Ronin knocks wood and speaks of miracles, the Bastion grimaces.
He sighs loud and long, the sound dragging from somewhere deep in his chest. "Don’t jinx it," he mutters, throwing a glance up at the open sky like he half-expects Vi to throw down a lightning bolt just for the irony. "You’ve done enough miracles to last us five lifetimes already."
But the moment shifts when Ronin mentions Flora still listening to Jack. That draws a faint twitch from Remi’s jaw, his sea-glass eyes sharpening slightly as he turns his head. "What do you mean, she’s still taking advice from him?"
The rest softens him again. He reaches for Ronin’s hand, lifts it to his mouth, and hums his next thought against the Knight’s fingers. "I don’t know if that makes us bad parents," he murmurs, each syllable brushing warm against his skin, "or if she’s just being a bratty child. She never did have a real teenage phase." He huffs a quiet laugh, turning Ronin’s hand to press a kiss to the pad of each knuckle. "Maybe she’s just going through it now, only with more poison and privileges than normally comes with the territory."
He sighs loud and long, the sound dragging from somewhere deep in his chest. "Don’t jinx it," he mutters, throwing a glance up at the open sky like he half-expects Vi to throw down a lightning bolt just for the irony. "You’ve done enough miracles to last us five lifetimes already."
But the moment shifts when Ronin mentions Flora still listening to Jack. That draws a faint twitch from Remi’s jaw, his sea-glass eyes sharpening slightly as he turns his head. "What do you mean, she’s still taking advice from him?"
The rest softens him again. He reaches for Ronin’s hand, lifts it to his mouth, and hums his next thought against the Knight’s fingers. "I don’t know if that makes us bad parents," he murmurs, each syllable brushing warm against his skin, "or if she’s just being a bratty child. She never did have a real teenage phase." He huffs a quiet laugh, turning Ronin’s hand to press a kiss to the pad of each knuckle. "Maybe she’s just going through it now, only with more poison and privileges than normally comes with the territory."
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.
