and my heart ran away with me
A chuckle slips out low and soft, the sound carrying more weight than the humour alone should justify, and where they touch Ronin will feel something more; a strange, unplaceable undercurrent, not jealousy and not quite sorrow either, something quieter and more complicated that doesn’t yet have a name. Remi huffs out a breath and gives a small shake of his head, wet curls brushing Ronin’s fingers as he does. "You’d think so," he says lightly, dismissing the idea of wedding bells, "but no."
His brows lift a moment later, the playfulness ebbing just enough to let honesty through. "She’s pregnant," Remi adds, and there it is, the source of that melancholy note, tucked beneath affection and warmth like a shadow at the edge of the sun. Before Ronin can respond, before surprise or concern or any number of questions can surface, Remi continues, getting ahead of them all. "Yes, it’s Ever’s. I asked," he says, meeting the moment with steady calm. "And yes, she’s keeping it."
His brows lift a moment later, the playfulness ebbing just enough to let honesty through. "She’s pregnant," Remi adds, and there it is, the source of that melancholy note, tucked beneath affection and warmth like a shadow at the edge of the sun. Before Ronin can respond, before surprise or concern or any number of questions can surface, Remi continues, getting ahead of them all. "Yes, it’s Ever’s. I asked," he says, meeting the moment with steady calm. "And yes, she’s keeping it."
remi
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.
