REMI
the bastion
& my heart ran away with me
Remi lifts a brow at off piste, his needle pausing mid-stitch as he glances up like he’s checking Ronin for signs of a stroke, before shrugging, the fabric slipping slightly across his lap as he adjusts. "Honestly, I think Ludo’s more likely to sic Melita on anyone who gets it wrong. Much more efficient, and honestly just as scary."
As Ronin leans in to press a kiss to his cheek, Remi’s grin tugs wide, eyebrows bouncing boyishly. "Mm, well, after all my time with Ludo, it is nice to hear that I have learned a thing or two." The kiss earns a satisfied little hum, and as Ronin settles with his drink, Remi threads another stitch and speaks without looking up. "Oh no," he says lightly, "you’ll have your own pockets. Ones beneath the cloak."
He glances up with a playful glint in his eye. "You don’t stay married for over a decade without picking up a few tricks. Including how to keep you from getting hangry in the middle of a Leafchange masquerade hosted by a death herald."
As Ronin leans in to press a kiss to his cheek, Remi’s grin tugs wide, eyebrows bouncing boyishly. "Mm, well, after all my time with Ludo, it is nice to hear that I have learned a thing or two." The kiss earns a satisfied little hum, and as Ronin settles with his drink, Remi threads another stitch and speaks without looking up. "Oh no," he says lightly, "you’ll have your own pockets. Ones beneath the cloak."
He glances up with a playful glint in his eye. "You don’t stay married for over a decade without picking up a few tricks. Including how to keep you from getting hangry in the middle of a Leafchange masquerade hosted by a death herald."
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.
