REMI
the bastion
Darling, you never could scare me
Set me ablaze like you do
Set me ablaze like you do
Remi lets out a quiet, almost sheepish chuckle, his agreement coming first as a nod rather than words, as if saying it aloud might make the oddness of it all settle more heavily on his shoulders. His free hand lifts to his curls, fingers raking through them that does double duty in the Longheat warmth, loosening hair from his neck and bleeding off some of the nervous energy humming just beneath his skin. The meadow is almost too perfect, too gentle in its riot of colour and perfume, and that perfection makes him acutely aware of the intention that has brought them here, in a way that feels strangely more intimate than any half-hidden tryst ever has.
"I...think? so?" he murmurs at last, voice warm but threaded with a soft laugh that betrays his own uncertainty, his thumb brushing lightly against Ronin’s knuckles where their hands are joined. Married for more than a decade, the pair have had sex in some wildly public places without issue, and yet coming here with purpose makes his throat tighten as he swallows, a pulse of heat rising that has nothing to do with the sun. "It feels… strange, coming here for this," he admits, glancing out over the flowers as though they might be listening, his smile turning wry.
Remi's gaze softens, something thoughtful and a little disbelieving passing through it as another realization settles. "It is odd, though," he says, head tipping slightly as he looks back to his husband, "that Phoebe is the one who made this place possible." Even just saying her name felt like tugging at a long-forgotten memory. A snicker slips out before he can quite stop it, low and fond, and he ducks his head a fraction, curls falling forward again. "Do you remember what her first offer was? When she said she would help us have a child, all those years ago?"
"I...think? so?" he murmurs at last, voice warm but threaded with a soft laugh that betrays his own uncertainty, his thumb brushing lightly against Ronin’s knuckles where their hands are joined. Married for more than a decade, the pair have had sex in some wildly public places without issue, and yet coming here with purpose makes his throat tighten as he swallows, a pulse of heat rising that has nothing to do with the sun. "It feels… strange, coming here for this," he admits, glancing out over the flowers as though they might be listening, his smile turning wry.
Remi's gaze softens, something thoughtful and a little disbelieving passing through it as another realization settles. "It is odd, though," he says, head tipping slightly as he looks back to his husband, "that Phoebe is the one who made this place possible." Even just saying her name felt like tugging at a long-forgotten memory. A snicker slips out before he can quite stop it, low and fond, and he ducks his head a fraction, curls falling forward again. "Do you remember what her first offer was? When she said she would help us have a child, all those years ago?"
I'd walk over coals in my bare feet
If that gets me closer to you
If that gets me closer to you
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.
