for 1000 nights i've been a restless soul
Remi lifts his eyebrows, a little laugh passing silently between them while his fingers tighten with fond accusation at Ronin’s waist. You know, I think you have been promising me that for years now, he points out, the thought warm enough to blunt the teasing edge of it, because if there is one thing he has never doubted, even on the worst days and beneath the strangest skies, it is that Ronin thinks more of him than any sane person probably should.
His gaze drifts around the Northaven again, taking in the low ceiling, the tucked-away corners, the bed now crowded by the shape of two sleeping boys, and all the small evidence of a life that had already grown beyond the bones of the boat before this morning had decided to make the problem impossible to ignore. He hums a nod, tilting his head thoughtfully as the logistics begin to gather in place of panic, and though it is not peace exactly, it is something close enough to be useful.
Do you think it will stay as light as this? he wonders. Or will it feel heavier with everything we add into it? His grin appears as he lowers his chin to accept the kiss to his forehead, eyes closing briefly beneath it before opening again with a glint of mischief that has not quite been exhausted out of him yet. Perhaps we need to start exercising more if that is the case, he adds, his mouth curving against the rim of his glass as he lifts it for a careful sip. Though if the boys keep this pace, chasing them may be more than enough.
His gaze drifts around the Northaven again, taking in the low ceiling, the tucked-away corners, the bed now crowded by the shape of two sleeping boys, and all the small evidence of a life that had already grown beyond the bones of the boat before this morning had decided to make the problem impossible to ignore. He hums a nod, tilting his head thoughtfully as the logistics begin to gather in place of panic, and though it is not peace exactly, it is something close enough to be useful.
Do you think it will stay as light as this? he wonders. Or will it feel heavier with everything we add into it? His grin appears as he lowers his chin to accept the kiss to his forehead, eyes closing briefly beneath it before opening again with a glint of mischief that has not quite been exhausted out of him yet. Perhaps we need to start exercising more if that is the case, he adds, his mouth curving against the rim of his glass as he lifts it for a careful sip. Though if the boys keep this pace, chasing them may be more than enough.
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.
