the bastion
Love isn't all that it seems
I did you wrong
I did you wrong
Remi’s eye roll is slow and theatrical. "Oh sure, anyone could have asked Safrin if such a thing were possible," he drawls, voice thick with sarcasm. "Anyone could have just happened to be carrying a rose, and anyone could have had the strength to use it against Dahlia." He gives Ronin a pointed look, sea-glass eyes catching the void-purple glow.
Ronin’s lips brushing the back of his hand draws a flutter of warmth through Remi’s pulse, soft as bird wings and just as impossible to hide. It colours every point of contact between them, subtle but unmistakably affectionate. When Ronin threatens to find someone else for his multiverse escapades, though, Remi snorts and shrugs, the gesture loose and amused. "Best of luck," he says, the grin tugging at his mouth impossible to suppress. "Though I think you will be hard-pressed to find anyone willing to deal with the smell of your feet after a day of walking." He tips his head thoughtfully. "Or someone strong enough to carry around all the sandwiches you insist on keeping with you., but by all means feel free to try."
But mention of making out lights something wicked and boyish behind Remi’s smile, and he moves easily when Ronin tugs him in. He steps into the Knight’s space, chest to chest, tilting his head so their lips hover close without touching again, breath shared and warm in the cool, stale air of the Crush. "That," he murmurs, voice low, "would have been a more apt name for it," Remi agrees, before pressing his lips against Ronin's once more.
Ronin’s lips brushing the back of his hand draws a flutter of warmth through Remi’s pulse, soft as bird wings and just as impossible to hide. It colours every point of contact between them, subtle but unmistakably affectionate. When Ronin threatens to find someone else for his multiverse escapades, though, Remi snorts and shrugs, the gesture loose and amused. "Best of luck," he says, the grin tugging at his mouth impossible to suppress. "Though I think you will be hard-pressed to find anyone willing to deal with the smell of your feet after a day of walking." He tips his head thoughtfully. "Or someone strong enough to carry around all the sandwiches you insist on keeping with you., but by all means feel free to try."
But mention of making out lights something wicked and boyish behind Remi’s smile, and he moves easily when Ronin tugs him in. He steps into the Knight’s space, chest to chest, tilting his head so their lips hover close without touching again, breath shared and warm in the cool, stale air of the Crush. "That," he murmurs, voice low, "would have been a more apt name for it," Remi agrees, before pressing his lips against Ronin's once more.
I'll stay here with you
Until this dream is gone
Until this dream is gone
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.
