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
Maybe in another ten years they’d reevaluate, see if they were still as disgustingly in love as they were now. The thought hums at the edges of Remi’s smile, lingering like the press of Ronin’s lips. There’s comfort in the absurdity of it—how even after everything, after curses and crowns and near-deaths—they could still sit on the deck of a ship with paint on their fingers and gold smudged on their cheeks, giggling like newlyweds with secrets.
Still, Remi sighs as if it’s an immense hardship to move even a little. His eyes crease with quiet fondness, caught in the lingering candlelight across Ronin’s face like he’s trying to memorise him all over again. "Hate to think where we’d be without you to keep us on track," he mutters, reluctant fingers drawing back from his husband’s cheek. There’s a final squeeze, fleeting and affectionate, before he lets go entirely and turns his attention to the lanterns waiting patiently beside them.
A tentacle uncoils, reaching toward one of the candles nestled between them. Its tip curls around the base as it lifts the flame carefully, casting flickers of orange and gold across the painted surfaces of their offerings. Remi leans slightly closer, waiting for Ronin to use the flame to light his lantern. "Let’s light them," he says quietly. "If you take too long I am at risk of forgetting any name that isn't yours."
Still, Remi sighs as if it’s an immense hardship to move even a little. His eyes crease with quiet fondness, caught in the lingering candlelight across Ronin’s face like he’s trying to memorise him all over again. "Hate to think where we’d be without you to keep us on track," he mutters, reluctant fingers drawing back from his husband’s cheek. There’s a final squeeze, fleeting and affectionate, before he lets go entirely and turns his attention to the lanterns waiting patiently beside them.
A tentacle uncoils, reaching toward one of the candles nestled between them. Its tip curls around the base as it lifts the flame carefully, casting flickers of orange and gold across the painted surfaces of their offerings. Remi leans slightly closer, waiting for Ronin to use the flame to light his lantern. "Let’s light them," he says quietly. "If you take too long I am at risk of forgetting any name that isn't yours."
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.
