Oh if time is a river lets be stones underwater
"Of course she would," Remi murmurs, his voice both bitter and fond in the same breath, his smile full of resignation. Still, he doesn't try to argue—not with Ronin, not with Flora, not with fate. The storm has already started, and all they can do now is brace for the next wave and try not to get their daughter killed.
Rising without letting go, he grumbles softly as his fingers curl tighter around Ronin’s, guiding them both inside the houseboat with a tired sort of purpose. The liquor cabinet yields a bottle of their strongest gin with barely a creak, and Remi pulls it free like it’s a lifeline. A mismatched plate follows—crackers, cheese, and something vaguely pickled—because if they’re going to drink like it’s the end of the world, they might as well snack like it too.
Settling onto a chair, he passes Ronin a glass, then leans in to press a kiss just beneath his ear. "The letters can wait," he says quietly, pouring a generous measure for them both. "For now I’ll settle for you, and this, and pretending none the anything else of it exists."
~FIN
Rising without letting go, he grumbles softly as his fingers curl tighter around Ronin’s, guiding them both inside the houseboat with a tired sort of purpose. The liquor cabinet yields a bottle of their strongest gin with barely a creak, and Remi pulls it free like it’s a lifeline. A mismatched plate follows—crackers, cheese, and something vaguely pickled—because if they’re going to drink like it’s the end of the world, they might as well snack like it too.
Settling onto a chair, he passes Ronin a glass, then leans in to press a kiss just beneath his ear. "The letters can wait," he says quietly, pouring a generous measure for them both. "For now I’ll settle for you, and this, and pretending none the anything else of it exists."
~FIN
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.
