the bastion
Remi chuckles into Ronin’s shoulder, the sound soft and helpless as he shrugs. "Maybe it isn’t putting his foot in his mouth," he concedes, the smile in his voice unmistakable, "but daring you to tuck him into bed every night with a kiss? That sounds very much like something you would have said if your positions were reversed." His curls brush Ronin’s jaw as he tilts his head, the amusement warm enough to melt away the last sharp edges lingering between them.
When Ronin catches the kiss meant for his cheek and returns it with far more intention, Remi’s nose wrinkles in boyish disbelief before he nods, slow and resigned. "It does sound impossible, doesn’t it?" he murmurs against the Knight’s skin, before he sighs adoringly as Ronin tugs him closer, sinking into the embrace like it’s the only place gravity wants him to be. "I love you more," he answers without hesitation, the confession warm and immediate and entirely reflexive. When he finally straightens, he tips his head, listening to the rising screams and chaotic thuds from the dining room. It all sounds...exuberantly violent and full of laughter.
Remi snorts, rolling up his sleeves with theatrical seriousness. "I’ll see if I need to pull them apart," he says, though the wink he gives Ronin undercuts any real concern. Stepping into the dining room, Remi pauses in the doorway, leaning a shoulder against the frame and crossing his arms comfortably. What he finds is not a fistfight, nor a meltdown, nor flaming furniture; just Mateo, Kaisel, and Flora mid–gummy-worm warfare, the room bright with laughter and harmless shrieks as Spice adds aerial chaos overhead.
For a moment he only watches, quiet and still, something soft and unfamiliar blooming in his chest. It’s the most unexpected sight of all: everyone getting along.
When Ronin catches the kiss meant for his cheek and returns it with far more intention, Remi’s nose wrinkles in boyish disbelief before he nods, slow and resigned. "It does sound impossible, doesn’t it?" he murmurs against the Knight’s skin, before he sighs adoringly as Ronin tugs him closer, sinking into the embrace like it’s the only place gravity wants him to be. "I love you more," he answers without hesitation, the confession warm and immediate and entirely reflexive. When he finally straightens, he tips his head, listening to the rising screams and chaotic thuds from the dining room. It all sounds...exuberantly violent and full of laughter.
Remi snorts, rolling up his sleeves with theatrical seriousness. "I’ll see if I need to pull them apart," he says, though the wink he gives Ronin undercuts any real concern. Stepping into the dining room, Remi pauses in the doorway, leaning a shoulder against the frame and crossing his arms comfortably. What he finds is not a fistfight, nor a meltdown, nor flaming furniture; just Mateo, Kaisel, and Flora mid–gummy-worm warfare, the room bright with laughter and harmless shrieks as Spice adds aerial chaos overhead.
For a moment he only watches, quiet and still, something soft and unfamiliar blooming in his chest. It’s the most unexpected sight of all: everyone getting along.
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.
