& my heart ran away from me
Remi snickers, shaking his head. "You can imagine why I hope it hasn’t done that then," he says, raising his brows with exaggerated gravity before his grin ruins the effect entirely. The humidity clings to his curls and lashes, but he doesn’t seem to mind; there’s a spark in his eyes that’s as bright as the molten glow spilling up from the shoreline.
When Ronin laughs, Remi tilts his head and presses a quick smooch to his cheek, voice dipping low and teasing. "Good," he murmurs, the word barely more than a flirtatious whisper before he chuckles again.
As the conversation turns back to Flora, Remi’s expression softens, then winces slightly as he considers it properly. "I hadn’t even thought of it like that," he admits, a quiet sigh slipping free. "But you’re probably right." His shoulders slump in mild defeat, the fond exasperation of a parent who knows he’s powerless to interfere. "I suppose we’ll see how it goes when we have dinner with them." Though what that would exactly show, he had no idea.
His gaze flicks toward the slorping shape ahead, grin returning in full. "Shall we?" he asks, bouncing his eyebrows at his husband in a way that’s equal parts challenge and mischief. As his shoulders roll, feathers shimmer into being; broad golden wings unfurling with a soft rush of air.
When Ronin laughs, Remi tilts his head and presses a quick smooch to his cheek, voice dipping low and teasing. "Good," he murmurs, the word barely more than a flirtatious whisper before he chuckles again.
As the conversation turns back to Flora, Remi’s expression softens, then winces slightly as he considers it properly. "I hadn’t even thought of it like that," he admits, a quiet sigh slipping free. "But you’re probably right." His shoulders slump in mild defeat, the fond exasperation of a parent who knows he’s powerless to interfere. "I suppose we’ll see how it goes when we have dinner with them." Though what that would exactly show, he had no idea.
His gaze flicks toward the slorping shape ahead, grin returning in full. "Shall we?" he asks, bouncing his eyebrows at his husband in a way that’s equal parts challenge and mischief. As his shoulders roll, feathers shimmer into being; broad golden wings unfurling with a soft rush of air.
THE
BASTION
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.
