i'm not the man they think i am at home
Each kiss Ronin smears across his cheek, his neck, the corner of his mouth, draws a pulse of affection through the bond, flickering warm and bright between them like drumbeats struck beneath skin. Remi tilts his head into it, his laughter kept low only by the sleeping boys nearby, and by the time Ronin’s mouth finds the edge of his jaw, the warmth has begun to gather into something deeper, threaded with a heat that has no business waking up after the day they have had and yet absolutely does anyway.
Well, he thinks, huffing a sigh into the mop of Ronin’s dark hair, given how all the others have turned out, you would have thought at least one of our children might have been bookish. Snickering under his breath, Remi shakes his head, his fingers wandering beneath the hem of Ronin’s shirt with slow, absent familiarity, seeking skin as if the bond alone is not enough to carry everything he feels. At least when they can read, it might help them be smarter about their mischief, he says silently, the thought slipping through touch as much as through the Attuned bond, warm and wry against the lingering edge of worry. Even if it will not make them avoid them entirely.
His gaze flicks over Ronin’s shoulder toward the sleeping boys, and for a moment his expression softens into something helplessly astonished again, before he nods, the corner of his mouth twitching. It was, he agrees. Perhaps you should have them explain to Flora who set it off, he suggests. It might be harder for her to threaten jail with their pleased little faces looking up at her.
Well, he thinks, huffing a sigh into the mop of Ronin’s dark hair, given how all the others have turned out, you would have thought at least one of our children might have been bookish. Snickering under his breath, Remi shakes his head, his fingers wandering beneath the hem of Ronin’s shirt with slow, absent familiarity, seeking skin as if the bond alone is not enough to carry everything he feels. At least when they can read, it might help them be smarter about their mischief, he says silently, the thought slipping through touch as much as through the Attuned bond, warm and wry against the lingering edge of worry. Even if it will not make them avoid them entirely.
His gaze flicks over Ronin’s shoulder toward the sleeping boys, and for a moment his expression softens into something helplessly astonished again, before he nods, the corner of his mouth twitching. It was, he agrees. Perhaps you should have them explain to Flora who set it off, he suggests. It might be harder for her to threaten jail with their pleased little faces looking up at her.
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.
