i'm not the man they think i am at home
Remi’s answering laugh is soft and quick, the sound carefully contained as his eyes flick back to Ronin with that same boyish glint. You got me. Actually you’re dying, only hours left, so I thought I’d let you feel what it’s like to be told you were clever and right in the same afternoon, he thinks back, the humour warm and lightly wicked, a thread of affection woven cleanly through it.
The moment Ronin’s hand finds his cheek, though, something in Remi quiets. His smile softens, turns fragile in a way that isn’t meant for anyone else, and he lifts his own hand to cover Ronin’s, pressing gently into the touch as though to hold it there. It was both of our faults, he answers, the thought steady but not heavy, more acceptance than blame. He swallows, a small motion, and gives the faintest shake of his head. Either way, it is a good idea to ask them about it.
He tilts his head slightly, angling his gaze down toward the twins again, watching the easy rise and fall of their breathing, the way their tiny forms remain curled toward one another as though the rest of the world is irrelevant. Ronin’s words settle into him slowly, not as reassurance forced into place, but as something that finds its own footing. Remi nods, once, quiet agreement passing through him. You’re probably right.
His eyes lift again, drawn back to Ronin, lingering there for a moment before drifting down once more, as though he’s trying to hold both realities at once; the certainty Ronin offers, and the fragile newness of what they’ve been given. He exhales softly. I just want to make sure we get it right this time. Or at least...as much of it as we can.
The moment Ronin’s hand finds his cheek, though, something in Remi quiets. His smile softens, turns fragile in a way that isn’t meant for anyone else, and he lifts his own hand to cover Ronin’s, pressing gently into the touch as though to hold it there. It was both of our faults, he answers, the thought steady but not heavy, more acceptance than blame. He swallows, a small motion, and gives the faintest shake of his head. Either way, it is a good idea to ask them about it.
He tilts his head slightly, angling his gaze down toward the twins again, watching the easy rise and fall of their breathing, the way their tiny forms remain curled toward one another as though the rest of the world is irrelevant. Ronin’s words settle into him slowly, not as reassurance forced into place, but as something that finds its own footing. Remi nods, once, quiet agreement passing through him. You’re probably right.
His eyes lift again, drawn back to Ronin, lingering there for a moment before drifting down once more, as though he’s trying to hold both realities at once; the certainty Ronin offers, and the fragile newness of what they’ve been given. He exhales softly. I just want to make sure we get it right this time. Or at least...as much of it as we can.
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.
