the bastion
Love isn't all that it seems
I did you wrong
I did you wrong
Remi’s chuckle is low and smug, the sound rippling through the bond with the same quiet pleasure he feels blooming under his ribs. Ronin’s fluster, his heat, the way his mischief tangles with affection, it all thrums through Remi like a plucked string, and he basks in it openly.
At the mention of sandwiches, Remi nods with grave, sage-like solemnity that is absolutely ruined by the sparkle in his eyes. "Mm-hmm. Exactly. Proof of my point," he says, shrugging with exaggerated ease. "That is why I do not think you'l find anyone else better suited to adventuring with you." Which was to say, that Ronin was stuck with him.
His hand at Ronin’s waist settles warmly, fingers splaying over familiar lines as he draws the Knight in. The kiss he gives isn’t soft so much as suggestive—tongue, lips, breath all implying things that have no place in a damp, void-lit maze—and if Ronin hadn’t pulled away, Remi absolutely would not have stopped. The Knight' swhisper only makes Remi's grin grow sharper and more mischievous. "Oh?" He leans in again, lips brushing Ronin’s without quite closing the distance. "I have never known you to be shy before."
Then his gaze drifts pointedly around them—at the slick, pulsing walls, the narrowing tunnel, the strange lavender light—and he lowers his voice to a horrified whisper. "Or are you worried it will want to join in?"
At the mention of sandwiches, Remi nods with grave, sage-like solemnity that is absolutely ruined by the sparkle in his eyes. "Mm-hmm. Exactly. Proof of my point," he says, shrugging with exaggerated ease. "That is why I do not think you'l find anyone else better suited to adventuring with you." Which was to say, that Ronin was stuck with him.
His hand at Ronin’s waist settles warmly, fingers splaying over familiar lines as he draws the Knight in. The kiss he gives isn’t soft so much as suggestive—tongue, lips, breath all implying things that have no place in a damp, void-lit maze—and if Ronin hadn’t pulled away, Remi absolutely would not have stopped. The Knight' swhisper only makes Remi's grin grow sharper and more mischievous. "Oh?" He leans in again, lips brushing Ronin’s without quite closing the distance. "I have never known you to be shy before."
Then his gaze drifts pointedly around them—at the slick, pulsing walls, the narrowing tunnel, the strange lavender light—and he lowers his voice to a horrified whisper. "Or are you worried it will want to join in?"
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.
