REMI
Remi snickers, the sound echoing faintly off the pulsing stone as he nods along with Ronin’s delightfully vindictive fantasy. "I wonder if that’s the sort of thing Safrin could do," he muses aloud, eyebrows lifting. "Watching someone’s foolishness on repeat for entertainment seems very on brand for her." A shrug follows, soft and resigned. "And given how much the Family affected her...I would not be surprised if she kept tabs on them. Just to make sure they stay very far away."
He barely has time to react before Ronin’s hands are on his cheeks, pulling him forward into an exaggerated, obnoxious kiss that makes Remi’s laughter puff warmly against his husband’s mouth. Lifting his hands, smooths back Ronin’s damp hair with tender precision, his thumbs tracing slow lines along the Knight’s temples. He leans in until their noses brush, breath mingling, the warmth between them stronger than the pulsing gloom of the chamber. "Babe," he says, tone thick with affectionate amusement, "I am sorry to apparently be the one to tell you this, but this is normal for us now."
He grins, letting his forehead rest against Ronin’s. "Weird alien island, eldritch pods, imaginary vengeance, and you kissing me like we’re teenagers in a broom closet." His fingers slip lightly down Ronin’s jaw. "All completely normal for us these days."
He barely has time to react before Ronin’s hands are on his cheeks, pulling him forward into an exaggerated, obnoxious kiss that makes Remi’s laughter puff warmly against his husband’s mouth. Lifting his hands, smooths back Ronin’s damp hair with tender precision, his thumbs tracing slow lines along the Knight’s temples. He leans in until their noses brush, breath mingling, the warmth between them stronger than the pulsing gloom of the chamber. "Babe," he says, tone thick with affectionate amusement, "I am sorry to apparently be the one to tell you this, but this is normal for us now."
He grins, letting his forehead rest against Ronin’s. "Weird alien island, eldritch pods, imaginary vengeance, and you kissing me like we’re teenagers in a broom closet." His fingers slip lightly down Ronin’s jaw. "All completely normal for us these days."
Now don't you look so grand, runnin'
Through the reds of my traffic lights
Through the reds of my traffic lights
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.
