the bastion
Remi, who set the table in post 20 tyvm feels the tension still clinging to Ronin’s frame even as the Knight’s arm winds around his waist, so he leans in more fully—no distance, no hesitance—letting his weight settle comfortably along Ronin’s side.
Chuckling under his breath, Remi will raise a brow as his head tilts thoughtfully to the side. "Based on how Kai handled that," he says gently, "I can’t imagine him being any less like Jack." His curls brush Ronin’s cheek as he tilts his head, amusement tugging lightly at his lips. "He honestly seems quite a bit like you." Which, if Ronin couldn't tell by the adoring smile on Remi's lips, was a compliment. It took a very specific sort of man to charmingly brush off words meant to incite a reaction, of which Ronin was absolutely one (and Remi, famously, was not).
His thumb smooths a small, affectionate arc against Ronin’s hip before he exhales; a soft, knowing sound that speaks to years of parenting, worrying, and loving their children fiercely enough to bruise. "It's hard seeing them grow up and be their own people," he murmurs, tone threaded with empathy rather than instruction. "You want to protect them from every sharp edge in the world, even the ones they choose themselves."
He shakes his head with a self-deprecating little huff, dimples appearing faintly. "But take it from me," he adds dryly, "as the one they’re normally upset with...vinegar and honey, mm?" Remi’s hand finds Ronin’s jaw, thumb brushing lightly across the stubble there before he leans in to press a slow, lingering kiss to the corner of his husband’s mouth. "Because as much as I do hate to admit it, ten years ago I was Flora's age when I married you." Which wasn't to say he was in any way advocating for Flora to follow in his footsteps, only that she was more than past the age where either of them could parent her without being utter hypocrites.
Chuckling under his breath, Remi will raise a brow as his head tilts thoughtfully to the side. "Based on how Kai handled that," he says gently, "I can’t imagine him being any less like Jack." His curls brush Ronin’s cheek as he tilts his head, amusement tugging lightly at his lips. "He honestly seems quite a bit like you." Which, if Ronin couldn't tell by the adoring smile on Remi's lips, was a compliment. It took a very specific sort of man to charmingly brush off words meant to incite a reaction, of which Ronin was absolutely one (and Remi, famously, was not).
His thumb smooths a small, affectionate arc against Ronin’s hip before he exhales; a soft, knowing sound that speaks to years of parenting, worrying, and loving their children fiercely enough to bruise. "It's hard seeing them grow up and be their own people," he murmurs, tone threaded with empathy rather than instruction. "You want to protect them from every sharp edge in the world, even the ones they choose themselves."
He shakes his head with a self-deprecating little huff, dimples appearing faintly. "But take it from me," he adds dryly, "as the one they’re normally upset with...vinegar and honey, mm?" Remi’s hand finds Ronin’s jaw, thumb brushing lightly across the stubble there before he leans in to press a slow, lingering kiss to the corner of his husband’s mouth. "Because as much as I do hate to admit it, ten years ago I was Flora's age when I married you." Which wasn't to say he was in any way advocating for Flora to follow in his footsteps, only that she was more than past the age where either of them could parent her without being utter hypocrites.
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.
