He said "I bet you don't remember me"
Remi snorts and straightens with the kind of smug nod that’s become second nature over the years, stakes tucked under one arm as if he’s personally received a medal for Best Nap Security. "You’re very welcome for my service," he says, solemn as a stormcloud and twice as dramatic, though the grin curling at the corner of his mouth is unmistakably fond.
But at the mention of Hadama, some of the sunlit humour dims. Remi nods, his jaw working slightly as he frowns out at the shimmering ocean. "I don’t not trust Flora on her own," he begins carefully, driving a stake far too deep into the sand as if to underscore his unease."But she and Hadama balanced each other out. He was calm. Steady. Unimpressed by theatrics." The words are thoughtful, but uncertainty floods through the bond between them; sharp, like a salt-edged wave against bare skin. "Without him..." He trails off, pulling a face and shrugging one shoulder. "Maybe we send a gift basket, and an anonymous letter."
The fondness returns as Ronin grins from where he kneels in the sand, and Remi gasps with theatrical adoration, as if the very suggestion of being swept off his feet has done him in. "I do like seeing you play the hero," he muses, gaze flicking over his husband with obvious appreciation before he turns back to his work, anchoring another stake. "But if we’re doing this, you might have to pull your punches. Otherwise our little roleplay date might be over before it starts given how much faster you are than I am these days." A sly grin follows. "And you know how I like to take my time."
But at the mention of Hadama, some of the sunlit humour dims. Remi nods, his jaw working slightly as he frowns out at the shimmering ocean. "I don’t not trust Flora on her own," he begins carefully, driving a stake far too deep into the sand as if to underscore his unease."But she and Hadama balanced each other out. He was calm. Steady. Unimpressed by theatrics." The words are thoughtful, but uncertainty floods through the bond between them; sharp, like a salt-edged wave against bare skin. "Without him..." He trails off, pulling a face and shrugging one shoulder. "Maybe we send a gift basket, and an anonymous letter."
The fondness returns as Ronin grins from where he kneels in the sand, and Remi gasps with theatrical adoration, as if the very suggestion of being swept off his feet has done him in. "I do like seeing you play the hero," he muses, gaze flicking over his husband with obvious appreciation before he turns back to his work, anchoring another stake. "But if we’re doing this, you might have to pull your punches. Otherwise our little roleplay date might be over before it starts given how much faster you are than I am these days." A sly grin follows. "And you know how I like to take my time."
and I said "only ever other memory"
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.
