the bastion
Remi hums approvingly at Flora’s exaggerated pronunciation, the sound sitting somewhere between amusement and pride. "Molto bene," he murmurs, the corner of his mouth twitching upward with pride.
Sliding a hand into Ronin’s back pocket, he gives his husband’s ass a firm squeeze, leaning over his shoulder to peer into the simmering pot. The scent of chorizo and spiced rice mingles in the air, warm and heavy with comfort. Chewing sugar? he asks through the attuned bond, one brow arched in quiet laughter as his curls brush Ronin’s temple. That’s a new one. What exactly did you have in mind?
The grin that follows is slow, private, and full of the kind of affection that softens the edges of his teasing. Straightening, Remi glances toward Flora, entirely unaware of the parchment Kai’s just pocketed or the charged silence threading between them.
"Oh?" he asks lightly, catching the tail end of her market comment. "Anything good?" The question is innocently asked, though Oria’s faintly glowing eyes peek out from his curls as if she already suspects there’s more brewing in the air than shrimp and rice.
Sliding a hand into Ronin’s back pocket, he gives his husband’s ass a firm squeeze, leaning over his shoulder to peer into the simmering pot. The scent of chorizo and spiced rice mingles in the air, warm and heavy with comfort. Chewing sugar? he asks through the attuned bond, one brow arched in quiet laughter as his curls brush Ronin’s temple. That’s a new one. What exactly did you have in mind?
The grin that follows is slow, private, and full of the kind of affection that softens the edges of his teasing. Straightening, Remi glances toward Flora, entirely unaware of the parchment Kai’s just pocketed or the charged silence threading between them.
"Oh?" he asks lightly, catching the tail end of her market comment. "Anything good?" The question is innocently asked, though Oria’s faintly glowing eyes peek out from his curls as if she already suspects there’s more brewing in the air than shrimp and rice.
I got a feeling inside that I can't domesticate
It doesn't wanna live in a cage,
A feeling that I can't housebreak
It doesn't wanna live in a cage,
A feeling that I can't housebreak
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.
