[SE] the world can wait

REMI

Remi rolls his eyes in exaggerated offence, one of his curls twitching where it’s still looped around Ronin’s finger from the movement. "Putting limitations on what sort of trouble I’m allowed to cause seems wildly unfair," he complains, though the words are soft and laced with humour, like a dog growling from under a warm blanket just to make a point. "You didn’t have a weather clause when you got infected or when Leafchange hit." Well, maybe Leafchange was a weather clause of its own, but even so.

With a sigh that dissolves into a lopsided smile, he concedes the rest, his gaze drifting briefly toward the sea-chopped horizon beyond the houseboat's windows. "Of course you’re right," he murmurs, the words a warm hush against the curve of Ronin’s collarbone. "For how old we feel some days, I know we’re not quite at retirement age...but it would be nice to think something like that is possible. That there’s a version of life where we do get to put it all down, once and for all."

As Ronin clinks their mugs together, Remi hazards another sip. This time it’s perfect, the heat lingering instead of scalding, and he sinks gratefully into the taste with a sound of contentment low in his chest. Cracking a smirk up at the Knight, his voice dips into something both sly and sincere. "So, do you have any ideas about how to enjoy ourselves now that the world’s not on fire?" His lashes lift just enough to catch Ronin’s gaze. "Because a moment ago, you could barely be convinced to sit up, let alone seize the day."

Who are you? They ask. Death?
Sometimes... I say. But not today