i'm not the man they think i am at home
Remi chuckles, the sound low and softened by the late hour, and the thought that follows is warm with dry amusement. Better you than me, he admits. I never quite learned how to apologise charmingly, especially when I did not mean it. His mouth twists faintly, because sincerity has never been the problem so much as pretending at it, and gods if he was going to learn it by osmosis from Ronin, surely he'd have done so by now.
He downs the rest of his drink in one swallow, letting the smoke and gin burn a clean path through the exhaustion gathered in his chest, then sets the empty glass on the counter so he can wrap both arms properly around Ronin. The kiss to his temple lingers in him, softening the bruised places Flora’s name still leaves behind, and for a moment he simply holds his husband close, breathing in tea and gin and the familiar warmth of him while the boys snore on in the bed as if the world has not changed shape around them.
At Ronin’s suggestion, Remi scoffs under his breath and shakes his head. Do not be silly, he hums. We can all fit if I shift to be a raccoon or hawk. His shoulders lift in a small shrug. Back in Northaven, I sold my bed for money after a time and spent most of my nights as a hawk. His smile returns crookedly as he glances toward the bed. But I am sure even as a raccoon, we can probably all fit.
He downs the rest of his drink in one swallow, letting the smoke and gin burn a clean path through the exhaustion gathered in his chest, then sets the empty glass on the counter so he can wrap both arms properly around Ronin. The kiss to his temple lingers in him, softening the bruised places Flora’s name still leaves behind, and for a moment he simply holds his husband close, breathing in tea and gin and the familiar warmth of him while the boys snore on in the bed as if the world has not changed shape around them.
At Ronin’s suggestion, Remi scoffs under his breath and shakes his head. Do not be silly, he hums. We can all fit if I shift to be a raccoon or hawk. His shoulders lift in a small shrug. Back in Northaven, I sold my bed for money after a time and spent most of my nights as a hawk. His smile returns crookedly as he glances toward the bed. But I am sure even as a raccoon, we can probably all fit.
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.
