dire engagements

I don't know who I am, I don't know who I'll be

Remi winces at the description. Not exaggerated—just a small twitch at the corner of his mouth, like he knows exactly what kind of stare Ronin means. "Like...things moved just slightly. Coins. Feathers. Bits of thread. Sometimes it isn't always physical," he says after a moment, eyes drifting toward the foot of the bed as if checking for some subtle trace. "But something like a smell. Flowers, sea salt, smoke. Or sometimes colder things, like metal, mildew or stones."

He lifts a hand and runs it back through his curls, the motion more weary than vain, and exhales a long breath. "Time doesn’t pass the same for them," he murmurs, glancing back at Ronin. "If she’s just looking at you…it might feel like forever to you, but for her, it could be the blink of an eye." There’s a pause before he adds, quieter still, "That doesn’t make it better, I know."

When Ronin calls him the real deal, Remi lifts an eyebrow like he’s just been accused of cheating at cards. "Wouldn’t be a very good TV medium if I didn’t know at least some of the lore," he says lightly, leaning back in the chair, fingers steepled restlessly in his lap.

The question about the nurse following him earns a longer pause. Remi tilts his head, studying Ronin in a way that’s less diagnostic and more...speculative, like trying to feel for a draft in a sealed room. "Depends why she's here in the first place," he says finally with a faint smile that's laced with unease. "Could make a hell of an episode, trying to figure it out, if I wasn't sure Isla would kill us for it." Breathing deeply and holding it for a moment, Remi will let his gaze slowly trickle up from his lap to Ronin's, and then finally to find the other man's eyes.

"I could stay the night, though. If you wanted someone else to.." See her? Be here? He shrugs.

but there's a light in the attic and I swear it's calling me

Code 100% taken from the queeeeeeen herself, Sky <3