Now the ashes of tomorrow sing your sad song
The boyish grin that spreads across Remi’s face is all sun and mischief, and though his body is sore in the best of ways, he can’t help the way his shoulders bounce faintly with a quiet laugh. "Gossip, is it?" he muses, brushing a piece of foliage from Ronin's shoulder with mock delicacy. "Well then, I’ll have you know I think Maea may have finally moved on from Sunjata."
A pause, just long enough for dramatic effect. "I saw her in the Greatwood," he continues. "She looked—flustered around this ex-dragoon I've met a few times, called Liam. I was there helping with the new training grounds, and she lit up like a struck match everytime he looked at her. It was…nice."
Tilting his head at Ronin’s question, Remi clicks his tongue and rocks it back and forth like a scale in his mind. "Mm. They seem like the sort to fly face-first into a closed window, so I doubt they’re bright enough to avoid making the same mistake twice. But if they do…" His grin turns lazy, wicked. "I wouldn’t mind watching you break a few things again."
Stretching languidly, Remi shrugs his wings free from his back with a rustle of feathers and sinks down onto the blanket. He moves with the smooth, quiet authority of someone who’s already decided where he belongs—and it’s right here, pressed up against the Knight. Sliding in behind Ronin, he loops an arm across his chest and curls close, nudging gently until his husband yields to the inevitability of being the little spoon.
~FIN
A pause, just long enough for dramatic effect. "I saw her in the Greatwood," he continues. "She looked—flustered around this ex-dragoon I've met a few times, called Liam. I was there helping with the new training grounds, and she lit up like a struck match everytime he looked at her. It was…nice."
Tilting his head at Ronin’s question, Remi clicks his tongue and rocks it back and forth like a scale in his mind. "Mm. They seem like the sort to fly face-first into a closed window, so I doubt they’re bright enough to avoid making the same mistake twice. But if they do…" His grin turns lazy, wicked. "I wouldn’t mind watching you break a few things again."
Stretching languidly, Remi shrugs his wings free from his back with a rustle of feathers and sinks down onto the blanket. He moves with the smooth, quiet authority of someone who’s already decided where he belongs—and it’s right here, pressed up against the Knight. Sliding in behind Ronin, he loops an arm across his chest and curls close, nudging gently until his husband yields to the inevitability of being the little spoon.
~FIN
the bastion
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.
