and my heart ran away with me
The tips of Remi’s fingers twitch faintly against Ronin’s thigh, a slow, subconscious response to the flood of ice water in their bond. Beneath his sunglasses and sunny swim trunks, there is nothing relaxed about the Bastion. His smile doesn’t change, but tension cords through the lines of his body like pulled string—wound tight and just as liable to snap.
He hums softly as if amused by something Ronin has said, scratching idly at his beard to maintain the illusion. But through the bond, his thoughts crackle like a match being dragged across stone. If Pierce retaliates while you are near to him, Remi murmurs to Deimos in silence, I can soak the damage. His jaw feathers as he swallows hard, sunlight glinting off the scar that cuts across his collarbone. And if I need to cut the tether—presumably because of some nonsense Flora might pull—I’ll let you know.
His hand slips more deliberately into Ronin’s then, their fingers lacing together. His thumb brushes across his husband’s knuckle, grounding him just as much as himself. A slow inhale. A slower exhale.
Then, without looking away from the floaties or the glitter of seawater, Remi turns his attention to Deimos again, eyes obscured but voice level in the bond. When is this meant to happen?
He hums softly as if amused by something Ronin has said, scratching idly at his beard to maintain the illusion. But through the bond, his thoughts crackle like a match being dragged across stone. If Pierce retaliates while you are near to him, Remi murmurs to Deimos in silence, I can soak the damage. His jaw feathers as he swallows hard, sunlight glinting off the scar that cuts across his collarbone. And if I need to cut the tether—presumably because of some nonsense Flora might pull—I’ll let you know.
His hand slips more deliberately into Ronin’s then, their fingers lacing together. His thumb brushes across his husband’s knuckle, grounding him just as much as himself. A slow inhale. A slower exhale.
Then, without looking away from the floaties or the glitter of seawater, Remi turns his attention to Deimos again, eyes obscured but voice level in the bond. When is this meant to happen?
remi
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.
