REMI
the bastion
& my heart ran away with me
Remi snickers, the sound low and fond as it curls between them. "I bet just about everyone feels that way," he says dryly, loosening his grip just enough to nudge his forehead against Ronin’s with exaggerated exasperation. "Maybe it’s time we pressure the younger demigods into stepping up. Let them handle the world for a while." Gods knew there were enough of them springing up all over the place.
Still, the suggestion leaves a glimmer of wicked amusement in his eyes as he presses a hand flat against Ronin’s chest, thumb stroking absentmindedly over his sternum. There’s still tension there—grief curled like wire beneath skin—but Ronin’s laughter smooths it, and so does the warmth of his kisses scattered like falling stars across Remi’s cheek. "I always know," Remi murmurs, soft against the curve of Ronin’s mouth. "Even when I pretend I don’t. Especially when it’s something you want." He doesn’t say because I want it too, but it’s written in every touch, every glance, every moment he’s held onto his husband like he might otherwise shatter in place.
Without another word, Remi shifts his arm around Ronin’s waist and begins guiding him from the balcony. His movements remain careful, reverent in their ease. The walk down through the dim pathways is unhurried, silent save for the soft hush of wings and shared footsteps on worn wood. And when they reach the Northaven, Remi opens the door with the same hand that held Ronin’s heart in battle—and closes it behind them like the world can wait.
~FIN
Still, the suggestion leaves a glimmer of wicked amusement in his eyes as he presses a hand flat against Ronin’s chest, thumb stroking absentmindedly over his sternum. There’s still tension there—grief curled like wire beneath skin—but Ronin’s laughter smooths it, and so does the warmth of his kisses scattered like falling stars across Remi’s cheek. "I always know," Remi murmurs, soft against the curve of Ronin’s mouth. "Even when I pretend I don’t. Especially when it’s something you want." He doesn’t say because I want it too, but it’s written in every touch, every glance, every moment he’s held onto his husband like he might otherwise shatter in place.
Without another word, Remi shifts his arm around Ronin’s waist and begins guiding him from the balcony. His movements remain careful, reverent in their ease. The walk down through the dim pathways is unhurried, silent save for the soft hush of wings and shared footsteps on worn wood. And when they reach the Northaven, Remi opens the door with the same hand that held Ronin’s heart in battle—and closes it behind them like the world can wait.
~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.
