the bastion
Remi is still turning Ronin’s words over in his mind, trying to find the seam between Flora’s devotion and defiance, when the Knight is suddenly on his feet and tugging him up after him. Surprise catches first, widening his eyes for the space of a breath, and then a crookedly boyish smile presses itself onto his lips, deepening one dimple. His fingers close around one of Ronin’s hands as he steps in close, careful of the bassinet, careful of the sleeping boys, but not careful at all with the way his affection rises through the bond, rich and golden and threaded with something grateful enough to ache.
"Definitely option one," he murmurs, a low chuckle tucked into the words, and then he leans in before Ronin can threaten the sea again.
The kiss starts soft, but there is nothing uncertain in the way Remi’s mouth finds his husband’s. His free hand curls against Ronin’s waist, drawing him closer by slow degrees, while the clever press of his tongue turns the kiss from reassurance into something warmer, something meant to smooth away the discomfort still clinging to them and replace it with the familiar, necessary truth of being together. Whatever waits outside the door, whatever conversation Flora will need and whatever mistakes they may or may not make next, Remi lets all of it fall back for the length of the kiss, giving Ronin the only answer he trusts himself to offer without making anything worse.
"Definitely option one," he murmurs, a low chuckle tucked into the words, and then he leans in before Ronin can threaten the sea again.
The kiss starts soft, but there is nothing uncertain in the way Remi’s mouth finds his husband’s. His free hand curls against Ronin’s waist, drawing him closer by slow degrees, while the clever press of his tongue turns the kiss from reassurance into something warmer, something meant to smooth away the discomfort still clinging to them and replace it with the familiar, necessary truth of being together. Whatever waits outside the door, whatever conversation Flora will need and whatever mistakes they may or may not make next, Remi lets all of it fall back for the length of the kiss, giving Ronin the only answer he trusts himself to offer without making anything worse.
I can't pass the test,
don't wait for me.
don't wait for me.
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.
