Oh if time is a river lets be stones underwater
Remi nods quietly, the curve of his expression sobering as Ronin speaks. He’s never held the kind of power his husband does—never been responsible for pulling someone back from death’s grip—but gods, he’s seen the cost. Enough times to recognise the fatigue behind Ronin’s eyes long before the Knight ever speaks it aloud. "I think probably on Vi or Mort understands how it must feel," he murmurs gently, his thumb brushing along Ronin’s jaw.
He frowns at the mention of Jack's contributions, blinking a few times as the pieces tumble into place. "I didn’t see him at her party," he says slowly, brows furrowed. "I assumed they weren’t talking." The Ark had been in and out of port often enough to suggest the good captain was around. "Fuck I hope they are not getting back together."
At least the kiss of humour eases some of the tension in his jaw. Remi snickers, shaking his head. "I do not envy Hadama," he agrees, smirking slightly. But as Ronin’s arms suddenly tighten and the idea of King’s End is offered like a dream just within reach, Remi leans back just far enough to meet his husband’s eyes, something warm and reckless blooming in his chest. "Why stop at King’s End?" he murmurs, smile boyishly crooked. "Once the void is dealt with, let’s just sail out and keep going. We can pretend to be cartographers and set out to see if there's anything else out there."
He frowns at the mention of Jack's contributions, blinking a few times as the pieces tumble into place. "I didn’t see him at her party," he says slowly, brows furrowed. "I assumed they weren’t talking." The Ark had been in and out of port often enough to suggest the good captain was around. "Fuck I hope they are not getting back together."
At least the kiss of humour eases some of the tension in his jaw. Remi snickers, shaking his head. "I do not envy Hadama," he agrees, smirking slightly. But as Ronin’s arms suddenly tighten and the idea of King’s End is offered like a dream just within reach, Remi leans back just far enough to meet his husband’s eyes, something warm and reckless blooming in his chest. "Why stop at King’s End?" he murmurs, smile boyishly crooked. "Once the void is dealt with, let’s just sail out and keep going. We can pretend to be cartographers and set out to see if there's anything else out there."
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.
