i'm not the man they think i am at home
Remi exhales shakily and all at once into Ronin’s hair as his husband’s mouth continues its wandering path over his skin, the sound catching somewhere between laughter and want despite the tensions still threatening to cling to every muscle he owns. Through the bond, the warm drumbeats of his affection darken into a deep scarlet pulse, steady and heated beneath all the day’s lingering fear, and his fingers press a little more deliberately against the skin beneath Ronin’s shirt before remembering, that their bed is currently occupied by two suddenly enormous children who have already proven themselves far too inventive to be trusted with any unsupervised stretch of time, even while asleep.
Well, at least if they can read, they can write, he thinks, trying very hard to let dry humour do what restraint is only barely managing. So if they use up all their channeling, they can at least send us a note from whatever jail they end up in.
His mouth twists despite himself, because already the boys seem to have inherited Ronin’s charm, all bright eyes and pleased little faces and the immediate conviction that whatever they had done had been clever rather than criminal. Hopefully that meant that whatever situation they could not sweet-talk their way out of, they might at least manage to soften with those identical smiles. Grinning crookedly, he glances from the sleeping boys back to Ronin, his eyes warmed by mischief even as something more cautious lingers beneath. Whatever takes Flora’s mind off being upset at us, I will count as a win.
Well, at least if they can read, they can write, he thinks, trying very hard to let dry humour do what restraint is only barely managing. So if they use up all their channeling, they can at least send us a note from whatever jail they end up in.
His mouth twists despite himself, because already the boys seem to have inherited Ronin’s charm, all bright eyes and pleased little faces and the immediate conviction that whatever they had done had been clever rather than criminal. Hopefully that meant that whatever situation they could not sweet-talk their way out of, they might at least manage to soften with those identical smiles. Grinning crookedly, he glances from the sleeping boys back to Ronin, his eyes warmed by mischief even as something more cautious lingers beneath. Whatever takes Flora’s mind off being upset at us, I will count as a win.
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.
