REMI
the bastion
Darling, you never could scare me
Set me ablaze like you do
Set me ablaze like you do
Remi snorts under his breath, the sound warm and grudgingly amused. "Alright, fine," he mutters, a huff of air escaping him as he tips his head toward Ronin. "Sunjata probably would find it funny." Still, the scoff that follows is more playful than sharp. "We’re not going to lose our baby," he insists, though a small frown pinches at his brow as he glances around the endless waves of identical flowers. "...Even if the entire meadow does look exactly the same."
He leans into the touch without hesitation, Ronin’s fingers tracing his cheek as if they were memorising him all over again. The moment pulls a boyish smile from him, dimples carving deep, the kind of smile that softens everything in him no matter how hard he tries to keep from melting. But when the Knight points out the Flora-Alora rhyme, Remi frowns thoughtfully. "I thought it could be sort of cute," he admits with a small shrug, clearly unbothered by the potential for confusion.
Still, he perks up again as Ronin suggests his names, eyebrows lifting in quiet approval. "Calan and Ciara," he echoes, letting the names sit in his mouth for a moment before nodding. "I like them." Reaching out, he plucks a flower from beside them and holds it between his fingers, brow raised. "We could always let fate decide," he says, plucking a single petal off and watching it flutter lazily down, suggesting they do a he loves me, he loves me not pattern but with names. But the mischief fades into something softer as he glances back toward Ronin, voice quieter now. "Or just...wait. See what name feels right when it's born." He smiles again, this one gentler. "It might not be either of those."
He leans into the touch without hesitation, Ronin’s fingers tracing his cheek as if they were memorising him all over again. The moment pulls a boyish smile from him, dimples carving deep, the kind of smile that softens everything in him no matter how hard he tries to keep from melting. But when the Knight points out the Flora-Alora rhyme, Remi frowns thoughtfully. "I thought it could be sort of cute," he admits with a small shrug, clearly unbothered by the potential for confusion.
Still, he perks up again as Ronin suggests his names, eyebrows lifting in quiet approval. "Calan and Ciara," he echoes, letting the names sit in his mouth for a moment before nodding. "I like them." Reaching out, he plucks a flower from beside them and holds it between his fingers, brow raised. "We could always let fate decide," he says, plucking a single petal off and watching it flutter lazily down, suggesting they do a he loves me, he loves me not pattern but with names. But the mischief fades into something softer as he glances back toward Ronin, voice quieter now. "Or just...wait. See what name feels right when it's born." He smiles again, this one gentler. "It might not be either of those."
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.
