REMI
the bastion
& my heart ran away with me
Remi watches the throw with a calm that borders on prophetic, and when the coconut disintegrates into flying shards of shell and canvas, he does nothing more dramatic than lift his eyebrows a fraction, his mouth curving into a smug, quietly delighted smile. There is no shock there at all, just an adoring pulse through the bond wrapped in affection and amusement.
He turns his head just enough to hide the snicker that threatens to escape as Ronin scrambles to apologise, hands up and glowing like he’s just accidentally declared war on coconuts everywhere. When the absurdly massive kraken plush is shoved into Ronin’s arms, Remi takes a deliberate step backward, giving his husband all the space he might need to make a swift, dignified retreat.
A soft, boyish chuckle slips out of him anyway as he glances between Ronin and the ruined stall (the rubber ball had not stopped just at the coconut, but had sailed cleanly through the tarp at the back as well). "Do you feel good about that?" he asks lightly, eyes bright with fond amusement.
He turns his head just enough to hide the snicker that threatens to escape as Ronin scrambles to apologise, hands up and glowing like he’s just accidentally declared war on coconuts everywhere. When the absurdly massive kraken plush is shoved into Ronin’s arms, Remi takes a deliberate step backward, giving his husband all the space he might need to make a swift, dignified retreat.
A soft, boyish chuckle slips out of him anyway as he glances between Ronin and the ruined stall (the rubber ball had not stopped just at the coconut, but had sailed cleanly through the tarp at the back as well). "Do you feel good about that?" he asks lightly, eyes bright with fond amusement.
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.
