he had eyes like rain & hair like waves
& a soul as vast and deep as the ocean
& a soul as vast and deep as the ocean
Remi nods slowly, his brush pausing as he considers the weight of that. "Mm. I feel the same," he murmurs. "Maybe this year we hang the lanterns ourselves. Or send them out into the waves, let the tide take them somewhere quiet." He glances toward the horizon, where the stars glitter just beyond the reach of candlelight. "That way, if someone’s watching, they won’t feel like they’ve been overlooked."
Remi's brush starts moving again in gentle arcs, but his lips twitch as Ronin kisses his cheek. That one small gesture is enough to deepen his dimple and flush his cheeks, the affection visibly colouring him from the inside out. "I don't know about good men," he teases, voice warm with amusement, "but I definitely don’t like being kept waiting." A soft nudge follows, not hard enough to interrupt Ronin’s work, but enough to be a menace.
But then his husband brings up that long forgotten memory, and Remi’s breath catches for just a second, a little hitched inhale like nostalgia pricking beneath the ribs. His smile twitches crooked at the edges. "The sort of man," he continues softly, "who left dead rats outside our door while infected with some magical disease as a show of affection." There’s a snort that turns into a snicker, his head shaking slowly as he adds, "Gods, the things you screeched at me all hours of the night..."
His grin brightens, wide and unguarded, as golden paint pools across the lantern’s surface like spilled sunlight. "I fell in love with you before I had any idea what loving you would mean," he murmurs, a touch quieter now. "But I’d still do it, every time. Dead rats and all."
Remi's brush starts moving again in gentle arcs, but his lips twitch as Ronin kisses his cheek. That one small gesture is enough to deepen his dimple and flush his cheeks, the affection visibly colouring him from the inside out. "I don't know about good men," he teases, voice warm with amusement, "but I definitely don’t like being kept waiting." A soft nudge follows, not hard enough to interrupt Ronin’s work, but enough to be a menace.
But then his husband brings up that long forgotten memory, and Remi’s breath catches for just a second, a little hitched inhale like nostalgia pricking beneath the ribs. His smile twitches crooked at the edges. "The sort of man," he continues softly, "who left dead rats outside our door while infected with some magical disease as a show of affection." There’s a snort that turns into a snicker, his head shaking slowly as he adds, "Gods, the things you screeched at me all hours of the night..."
His grin brightens, wide and unguarded, as golden paint pools across the lantern’s surface like spilled sunlight. "I fell in love with you before I had any idea what loving you would mean," he murmurs, a touch quieter now. "But I’d still do it, every time. Dead rats and all."
THE BASTION
& i guess i didn't mind d r o w n i n g in him.
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.
