i'm not the man they think i am at home
Remi doesn’t dare answer right away, not with the fragile quiet settling over the room like something that might shatter if handled too roughly. Instead, he casts Ronin a glance from beneath his lashes, seaglass bright and quietly amused, his lips curving into a boyish smirk that deepens a single dimple along his cheek. "Mm," he murmurs at last, barely louder than the softened cooing between the twins, "twin sandwich seems to do the trick."
He eases himself down onto the bed with exaggerated care, every movement deliberate so as not to jostle the small, newly-formed peace in his arms. The twins remain pressed together, their earlier outrage replaced by a kind of absorbed fascination with one another, tiny sounds passing between them as though they’ve remembered something only they understand. Remi adjusts them just enough to keep them comfortably nestled.
A tentacle reaches blindly for the bottle and draws it closer, though he doesn’t immediately offer it, unwilling to disrupt whatever fragile magic has taken hold. Only once he’s settled does his attention return fully to Ronin, and the expression that softens across his face is warm and unguarded in a way the rest of the world rarely gets to see. "I bet we can get them down for a nap between us," he says, the hint of a smile lingering at the edges of his words. "If we’re clever about it."
He eases himself down onto the bed with exaggerated care, every movement deliberate so as not to jostle the small, newly-formed peace in his arms. The twins remain pressed together, their earlier outrage replaced by a kind of absorbed fascination with one another, tiny sounds passing between them as though they’ve remembered something only they understand. Remi adjusts them just enough to keep them comfortably nestled.
A tentacle reaches blindly for the bottle and draws it closer, though he doesn’t immediately offer it, unwilling to disrupt whatever fragile magic has taken hold. Only once he’s settled does his attention return fully to Ronin, and the expression that softens across his face is warm and unguarded in a way the rest of the world rarely gets to see. "I bet we can get them down for a nap between us," he says, the hint of a smile lingering at the edges of his words. "If we’re clever about it."
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.
