REMI
Remi gives Ronin a look over the rim of his glass that is playfully disbelieving, brows lifting as if to say you are so full of it, before the corner of his mouth gives up and curves anyway. He follows him into the dining room, shoulder brushing his husband’s before settling down at the table. The plates land and he exhales softly, appreciative, eyes moving over the food before he glances back up at Kaisel. A quiet chuckle escapes him. "Hey, there is still time," he agrees of Kai starting up a restaurant, nodding toward the spread, an unmistakable note of approval tucked into the understatement.
He eats readily enough, content to let the room hum with clink and scrape and the low comfort of shared dinner, but when Kaisel reaches for his glass and drains it with a little too much purpose, Remi’s brow lifts, the look held for a beat and then released without comment. He sets his knife down as the young man starts to speak again, attention folding inward, instinctively bracing.
The shape of the words gives it away almost immediately; Remi's posture stills, breath drawing shallow as the truth comes into focus, and when Kaisel finally says it—marry her—the sound catches hard in Remi’s throat. He turns away, coughing once, then again, one hand lifting instinctively as Ronin’s hand finds his knee beneath the table. It takes him a moment to recover, eyes fixed anywhere but Kaisel, anywhere but the future that has just been named aloud.
It is not that it is too fast (he and Ronin were faster), nor that they are too young (he and Ronin were younger), it's simply that Flora has always felt...unequalled. Fierce and luminous, and the idea of anyone being worthy of that lodges stubbornly in his chest. Sure, he liked Kaisel a lot more than he'd liked Jack for a multitude of reasons, but was that enough?
Ronin speaks, and Remi listens, breath evening out as his husband’s certainty fills the space he cannot yet occupy. When the grin comes, when the blessing is given, Remi lets out a long, weary sigh that carries years of hard-earned lessons with it, and he lifts his glass as well. "I have learned that doubting Flora is never the right choice." His gaze settles on Kaisel then, steady now, searching but not unkind. "If you make her happy—if you keep making her happy—then that is enough for me."
He eats readily enough, content to let the room hum with clink and scrape and the low comfort of shared dinner, but when Kaisel reaches for his glass and drains it with a little too much purpose, Remi’s brow lifts, the look held for a beat and then released without comment. He sets his knife down as the young man starts to speak again, attention folding inward, instinctively bracing.
The shape of the words gives it away almost immediately; Remi's posture stills, breath drawing shallow as the truth comes into focus, and when Kaisel finally says it—marry her—the sound catches hard in Remi’s throat. He turns away, coughing once, then again, one hand lifting instinctively as Ronin’s hand finds his knee beneath the table. It takes him a moment to recover, eyes fixed anywhere but Kaisel, anywhere but the future that has just been named aloud.
It is not that it is too fast (he and Ronin were faster), nor that they are too young (he and Ronin were younger), it's simply that Flora has always felt...unequalled. Fierce and luminous, and the idea of anyone being worthy of that lodges stubbornly in his chest. Sure, he liked Kaisel a lot more than he'd liked Jack for a multitude of reasons, but was that enough?
Ronin speaks, and Remi listens, breath evening out as his husband’s certainty fills the space he cannot yet occupy. When the grin comes, when the blessing is given, Remi lets out a long, weary sigh that carries years of hard-earned lessons with it, and he lifts his glass as well. "I have learned that doubting Flora is never the right choice." His gaze settles on Kaisel then, steady now, searching but not unkind. "If you make her happy—if you keep making her happy—then that is enough for me."
Who are you? They ask. Death?
Sometimes... I say. But not today
Sometimes... I say. But not today
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.
