i've got a river for a soul
Remi’s laughter bubbles out, boyish as ever, as Vai musses his hair. "Now you’ve said it, you know I’ll end up having Flora hack it off in the next few days," he teases, grinning. "Though I suppose that’s the price of peace—a little less wild, a little more presentable. Only for you," he adds with a wink.
At her softness for Ronin, Remi’s expression turns gentle, almost awestruck, the way it always does when he speaks of his husband. "He absolutely deserves it," Remi says, voice full of quiet conviction. "As easy as it is, being together...gods, there’ve been hard times too. I’m certainly no saint, and I know I’m not the easiest man to live with." His smile crooks, self-deprecating and deeply in love. "So if anyone’s earned this, it’s Ronin. I’d give him the world if I could."
He laughs, rolling his eyes fondly at Vai’s account of Mort’s halls. "You make it sound tempting, but I promise not to rush off just yet," he says, nudging her playfully, affection tangled in every word.
At the mention of Theea, Remi’s heart swells, and he tucks an arm warmly around Vai’s shoulders. "She is wonderful, isn’t she?" His gaze is soft, full of something too big for words, and then, grinning again, Remi noses toward the dance floor. "Can I tempt you? I promise I am at least slightly better than I was back in Northaven." And so, with the crowd folding around them, Remi leads the witch into the fray, his heart fit to burst and his smile at risk of running away with him.
~fin
At her softness for Ronin, Remi’s expression turns gentle, almost awestruck, the way it always does when he speaks of his husband. "He absolutely deserves it," Remi says, voice full of quiet conviction. "As easy as it is, being together...gods, there’ve been hard times too. I’m certainly no saint, and I know I’m not the easiest man to live with." His smile crooks, self-deprecating and deeply in love. "So if anyone’s earned this, it’s Ronin. I’d give him the world if I could."
He laughs, rolling his eyes fondly at Vai’s account of Mort’s halls. "You make it sound tempting, but I promise not to rush off just yet," he says, nudging her playfully, affection tangled in every word.
At the mention of Theea, Remi’s heart swells, and he tucks an arm warmly around Vai’s shoulders. "She is wonderful, isn’t she?" His gaze is soft, full of something too big for words, and then, grinning again, Remi noses toward the dance floor. "Can I tempt you? I promise I am at least slightly better than I was back in Northaven." And so, with the crowd folding around them, Remi leads the witch into the fray, his heart fit to burst and his smile at risk of running away with him.
~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.
