and my heart ran away with me
Remi lets out a soft chuckle, the sound warm and a little self-aware as he meets Ronin’s gaze. "It helps," he admits lightly, "that I can actually look at you without melting into a puddle."
When the kiss breaks, he draws in a steadying breath, fingers splayed across Ronin’s lower back as if anchoring himself there while his thoughts scatter and resettle. For a moment he says nothing, lips parting as though he might, then closing again while he finds the shape of it. Slowly, carefully, he begins. "I think I just...always assumed those days were behind us." There’s a faint smile as his eyes flick briefly to the grey threading Ronin’s hairline, the look boyish rather than mournful, and he gives a small, almost helpless shrug against him.
Then, quieter, more tentative, "But Isla is our age, and she’s having her first." The thought hangs there unfinished as Remi shakes his head, unable—or unwilling—to say the rest aloud, the unspoken maybe? pressing gently between them instead.
When the kiss breaks, he draws in a steadying breath, fingers splayed across Ronin’s lower back as if anchoring himself there while his thoughts scatter and resettle. For a moment he says nothing, lips parting as though he might, then closing again while he finds the shape of it. Slowly, carefully, he begins. "I think I just...always assumed those days were behind us." There’s a faint smile as his eyes flick briefly to the grey threading Ronin’s hairline, the look boyish rather than mournful, and he gives a small, almost helpless shrug against him.
Then, quieter, more tentative, "But Isla is our age, and she’s having her first." The thought hangs there unfinished as Remi shakes his head, unable—or unwilling—to say the rest aloud, the unspoken maybe? pressing gently between them instead.
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.
