and my heart ran away with me
Remi chuckles softly at that, boyish and fond, his shoulders lifting in a small, helpless shrug. "You make a fair point," he concedes, amusement warming his voice. "Even if I went back now, I’m not sure I could convince the version of you we were back then of much of anything." The thought lingers, though, fragile and persistent, a what-if that doesn’t vanish so much as settle, rooting itself deeper where it can be carried without cutting.
Ronin’s kiss doesn’t erase it, but it does press it gently into the soil of his mind, tamping it down until it feels manageable. Remi meets his lips with a slow, unhurried enthusiasm, content to let the moment stretch now that Ronin’s wings have closed around them, a shelter against the world and against Sugar’s impeccable timing.
Ronin’s kiss doesn’t erase it, but it does press it gently into the soil of his mind, tamping it down until it feels manageable. Remi meets his lips with a slow, unhurried enthusiasm, content to let the moment stretch now that Ronin’s wings have closed around them, a shelter against the world and against Sugar’s impeccable timing.
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.
