and my heart ran away with me
Remi nods, because he does know and the understanding of it eases him further into Ronin’s arms as they shift into something looser, more comfortable than clinging. He lets out a soft hum of agreement, content to linger there for a moment, forehead resting briefly against Ronin’s as the weight of it all settles without pressing too hard.
Then, despite the seriousness of the moment, his brows bounce once with a brief spark of mischief, a flicker of light that refuses to be entirely dimmed. He drags in a deep breath, nostrils flaring slightly, and when he releases it, his curls bounce faintly against his forehead. Reaching for Ronin’s hand, he gives it a firm, reassuring squeeze, meeting that quiet, steely resolve without flinching. "We will," Remi says softly, certain. "No matter what happens." If their children fly up in arms over the idea and they put it aside for good or if it's nurtured into something more, either way, they'll go about it the right way.
Then, despite the seriousness of the moment, his brows bounce once with a brief spark of mischief, a flicker of light that refuses to be entirely dimmed. He drags in a deep breath, nostrils flaring slightly, and when he releases it, his curls bounce faintly against his forehead. Reaching for Ronin’s hand, he gives it a firm, reassuring squeeze, meeting that quiet, steely resolve without flinching. "We will," Remi says softly, certain. "No matter what happens." If their children fly up in arms over the idea and they put it aside for good or if it's nurtured into something more, either way, they'll go about it the right way.
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.
