REMI
The brush of Ronin’s fingers against the base of his wing sends a shiver up Remi’s spine, subtle but unmistakable. That joint is more sensitive than most realise—not quite a weakness, but certainly a place where pleasure and tenderness meet in equal measure—and the Bastion hums quietly in the back of his throat.
Ronin’s quip earns a gasp, exaggerated and scandalised, as Remi presses a hand against his own chest like he’s been wounded. "Rude," he breathes, and the only appropriate punishment is to lean in and kiss his husband slow and deep, stealing the breath from both their lungs and grinning all the while.
When he finally pulls back, the boyishness returns in full: tousled curls, cheeks still flushed from earlier, and a dreamy smile like he’s seeing Ronin for the first time and the thousandth all at once. Propping himself on an elbow, he lets his gaze trail lazily across the Knight’s features, drinking him in like the sunrise over their horizon. "Oh, I don’t know," he murmurs, tone softer now, lower. "Could be fun, falling in love with you all over again." His fingers trace idle, affectionate patterns along Ronin’s hip, his expression unguarded and tender. There's not a doubt in his mind that it’d happen, either. In this life, the next...all of them. It’s only ever been Ronin.
Ronin’s quip earns a gasp, exaggerated and scandalised, as Remi presses a hand against his own chest like he’s been wounded. "Rude," he breathes, and the only appropriate punishment is to lean in and kiss his husband slow and deep, stealing the breath from both their lungs and grinning all the while.
When he finally pulls back, the boyishness returns in full: tousled curls, cheeks still flushed from earlier, and a dreamy smile like he’s seeing Ronin for the first time and the thousandth all at once. Propping himself on an elbow, he lets his gaze trail lazily across the Knight’s features, drinking him in like the sunrise over their horizon. "Oh, I don’t know," he murmurs, tone softer now, lower. "Could be fun, falling in love with you all over again." His fingers trace idle, affectionate patterns along Ronin’s hip, his expression unguarded and tender. There's not a doubt in his mind that it’d happen, either. In this life, the next...all of them. It’s only ever been Ronin.
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.
