REMI
the bastion
Darling, you never could scare me
Set me ablaze like you do
Set me ablaze like you do
Remi flashes Isla a fond smile, mouthing a silent catch up soon? before Ronin's presence draws his attention back in, as naturally as the tide chasing moonlight.
Taking the warm cider with a grateful nod, he clinks his glass against Ronin’s with a mischievous grin that lifts all the weariness from his eyes. "If by people watching," he murmurs, lowering his voice with a conspiratorial glint. "You mean thinly veiled threats muttered into your cup, and smug little smiles that say I know where you sleep, then I'm in." He leans in just enough to brush his curls against Ronin’s cheek, wildly adoring of his husband's feral inclinations this season.
Lifting his drink to his lips, Remi exhales into the spiced warmth, before, with a gentle press of his hand to the small of Ronin’s back, he nods toward a quieter pocket in the crowd—a little break between lanterns and loitering couples where the press of the celebration softens. "Come on then. Let's find somewhere close enough to hear some of the gossip but far enough away I can drag you back should anyone call out my name." There’s no venom in the words, only boyish affection, and the kind of joy that comes from having nowhere else to be but beside the man you chose, and keep choosing.
Taking the warm cider with a grateful nod, he clinks his glass against Ronin’s with a mischievous grin that lifts all the weariness from his eyes. "If by people watching," he murmurs, lowering his voice with a conspiratorial glint. "You mean thinly veiled threats muttered into your cup, and smug little smiles that say I know where you sleep, then I'm in." He leans in just enough to brush his curls against Ronin’s cheek, wildly adoring of his husband's feral inclinations this season.
Lifting his drink to his lips, Remi exhales into the spiced warmth, before, with a gentle press of his hand to the small of Ronin’s back, he nods toward a quieter pocket in the crowd—a little break between lanterns and loitering couples where the press of the celebration softens. "Come on then. Let's find somewhere close enough to hear some of the gossip but far enough away I can drag you back should anyone call out my name." There’s no venom in the words, only boyish affection, and the kind of joy that comes from having nowhere else to be but beside the man you chose, and keep choosing.
I'd walk over coals in my bare feet
If that gets me closer to you
If that gets me closer to you
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.
