REMI
the bastion
& my heart ran away with me
Remi kisses him like he’s holding the weight of Ronin’s heart in his mouth, and maybe he is. Like if he presses just right—soft and firm, anchored and sure—he can be the balance to all this ache, the steady hand on the other side of the scale. He chuckles low against his husband’s lips, the sound rough and wry and bleeding exhaustion. His nose brushes Ronin’s, his curls falling like a curtain between them, and he exhales a sigh that feels like it comes from somewhere far older than his years.
"I’m tired too," he murmurs, eyes shut, hands unmoving, unwilling to let Ronin slip even a fraction from his grasp. "Tired of sitting through meetings pretending we all want the same thing. Tired of victories that feel like losses. Tired of all this doing that never seems to amount to anything."
The next breath shudders out of him, half laughter, half ache. "Gods, I miss when the likes of Belamy finding out I was gay felt like the worst thing that could happen to me." A pause, lips ghosting against Ronin’s brow. "When the worst attack I'd ever seen was you lightly stabbed in the market on the way to my apartment." His smile, when it comes, is faint and cracked at the edges, because while he wouldn't trade this life for anything, gods but it had come with a cost that they never seemed to stop paying.
"I’m tired too," he murmurs, eyes shut, hands unmoving, unwilling to let Ronin slip even a fraction from his grasp. "Tired of sitting through meetings pretending we all want the same thing. Tired of victories that feel like losses. Tired of all this doing that never seems to amount to anything."
The next breath shudders out of him, half laughter, half ache. "Gods, I miss when the likes of Belamy finding out I was gay felt like the worst thing that could happen to me." A pause, lips ghosting against Ronin’s brow. "When the worst attack I'd ever seen was you lightly stabbed in the market on the way to my apartment." His smile, when it comes, is faint and cracked at the edges, because while he wouldn't trade this life for anything, gods but it had come with a cost that they never seemed to stop paying.
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.
