i'm in a winter mood

the bastion

i don't want the world to see me,
because I don't think they'd understand

Remi shifts as if Ronin’s gentle chiding had been a physical nudge after all, his shoulders giving a small, conceding roll before he nods. "I know," he murmurs, glancing across at his husband with an expression that is only half-repentant. Still, his gaze drops back to the baby on his chest, one brow lifting as if Carlo or Calan might help him argue the point. "It is not as though children become easier simply because they are older, though," he adds. "It just turns into a different kind of stress." So glhf Everest, crying, you'll come to find, was actually the least of all your worries.

At the mention of Mateo, Remi snickers under his breath before he can stop himself, and the baby on his chest makes a small delighted sound in response, caught somewhere between a squeak and the threat of a giggle. "Oh, I certainly do," he says, turning his head toward Ronin with a grin bright enough to momentarily cut through the exhaustion. "Do you remember when he covered his floor in dirt and planted seeds because he said he wanted to be able to keep an eye on his plants all the time, and that he had a room so why shouldn't they?" The floorboards had grown rotten because of the moisture, but in the end, it wasn't a memory he'd trade just for the structural integrity of a floor.

when everything's meant to be broken,
i just want you to know who I am

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!