REMI
A snicker rumbles through Remi's chest, low and unbothered as he tips his head against Ronin’s shoulder. "A little nest egg for structural damages," he echoes, grinning. "I feel like I deserve a cut of that, for not destroying the house. Yet," he adds with a dry, sleepy smirk. Glancing toward the bedside table, he spies the coffee waiting patiently and hums his approval. "Maybe I’ll settle for coffee instead. But only because I’m generous, and after all these years, you do make it just the way I like it." Which was, in his opinion, priceless.
He doesn’t move to get it yet, too content in the press of Ronin’s hands and the way the Knight’s body folds around him like a living hearth. Stretching lazily, luxuriously, Remi hums again, nodding into the mess of blankets and breath-warmed air between them. "Torchline’s come a long way since we were dropped here, mm?" he murmurs, smile softening into something fond and distant.
Squinting as if trying to peer backwards through time, he sighs. "How long ago now? Eight and a half years? Nine?" The numbers taste strange on his tongue, too big and too slippery all at once. Shaking his head against Ronin’s chest, Remi breathes, "I’m not sure if it's because of how often my memories have been tampered with, or just that everything since has been so much...but gods, we’ve done a lot." His fingers find one of Ronin’s, tangling them together beneath the blankets.
He doesn’t move to get it yet, too content in the press of Ronin’s hands and the way the Knight’s body folds around him like a living hearth. Stretching lazily, luxuriously, Remi hums again, nodding into the mess of blankets and breath-warmed air between them. "Torchline’s come a long way since we were dropped here, mm?" he murmurs, smile softening into something fond and distant.
Squinting as if trying to peer backwards through time, he sighs. "How long ago now? Eight and a half years? Nine?" The numbers taste strange on his tongue, too big and too slippery all at once. Shaking his head against Ronin’s chest, Remi breathes, "I’m not sure if it's because of how often my memories have been tampered with, or just that everything since has been so much...but gods, we’ve done a lot." His fingers find one of Ronin’s, tangling them together beneath the blankets.
Who are you? They ask. Death?
Sometimes... I say. But not today
Sometimes... I say. But not today
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.
