REMI
the bastion
Darling, you never could scare me
Set me ablaze like you do
Set me ablaze like you do
Remi rolls his eyes at Mateo with exaggerated exhaustion. The smug grin earns him nothing more than a fond shake of the head before he is abruptly gathered up into Ronin’s arms. The impact would knock the breath from most men, but Remi only laughs as he’s hauled flush against his husband’s chest, the sound bright and unguarded as his hands slide automatically around Ronin’s back. "At least now we do not have to argue about which names we prefer more," he chuckles, nodding against him, his voice muffled slightly by fabric and warmth.
He pulls back just enough to look at Mateo properly, and whatever teasing lingered in his expression softens into something openly, fiercely grateful an full of pride and love. "Grazie, Mateo," he says, the travelling tongue warm and sincere, reaching out to squeeze his shoulder once more. "Davvero."
As Mateo retreats toward the Sugartide, Remi turns back to Ronin with a grin that edges into mischief despite the shine still clinging to his lashes. He presses a kiss to his husband’s cheek, lingering there just long enough for the warmth to settle between them. Lowering his voice, he murmurs near Ronin’s ear, "You do not think it is because we used your duplicate, do you?" The thought makes him huff another laugh, half disbelief and half delight, before he catches Ronin’s hand and tugs him gently—though insistently—down into the grass beside him. The umbrella shifts slightly overhead, but the shade still holds as Remi settles onto his side, propped on one elbow, gaze fixed on the small fenced enclosure.
He exhales slowly, wonder washing through him anew as he reaches out, not to touch, but simply to hover close, as though proximity alone might steady the enormity of it. "Two," he says again, softer now, marvelling openly at the promise contained in so little green.
~FIN
He pulls back just enough to look at Mateo properly, and whatever teasing lingered in his expression softens into something openly, fiercely grateful an full of pride and love. "Grazie, Mateo," he says, the travelling tongue warm and sincere, reaching out to squeeze his shoulder once more. "Davvero."
As Mateo retreats toward the Sugartide, Remi turns back to Ronin with a grin that edges into mischief despite the shine still clinging to his lashes. He presses a kiss to his husband’s cheek, lingering there just long enough for the warmth to settle between them. Lowering his voice, he murmurs near Ronin’s ear, "You do not think it is because we used your duplicate, do you?" The thought makes him huff another laugh, half disbelief and half delight, before he catches Ronin’s hand and tugs him gently—though insistently—down into the grass beside him. The umbrella shifts slightly overhead, but the shade still holds as Remi settles onto his side, propped on one elbow, gaze fixed on the small fenced enclosure.
He exhales slowly, wonder washing through him anew as he reaches out, not to touch, but simply to hover close, as though proximity alone might steady the enormity of it. "Two," he says again, softer now, marvelling openly at the promise contained in so little green.
~FIN
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.
