remi
You are very wise, Remi agrees silently, before his arms drape around Ronin’s neck as if he means to make leaving the kitchen as difficult as possible, and, before the night can decide whether it has room for one more complication, he leans in to kiss his husband slowly and softly, lingering there with the last of the gin warm on his tongue and the bond between them glowing with all the things the day had tried and failed to knock loose.
Just before he shifts, Ronin will feel the mischief spark humming through the bond. One moment Remi is pressed against him, warm and human and smiling against his mouth, and the next there is a raccoon hanging from the Knight’s neck, paws hooked comfortably where arms had been, dark eyes bright with outrageous expectation. He makes no move whatsoever to help himself down, because this is very clearly Ronin’s suggestion and therefore Ronin’s problem, and thus he intends to be carried like royalty for at least the distance between the kitchen and the bed.
Once transported, Remi finds a place near the pillows where he can curl up out of the way, compact and warm, his ringed tail tucked carefully around himself while the boys sleep on in their improbable sprawl. At some point in the night, though, the arrangement changes and by morning, Remi is wedged between the twins with one boy’s hand curled firmly around his tail while the other has gathered the rest of him close against his chest, all whilst taking up about 80% of the bed and leaving Ronin to thank them for the rest.
~FIN
Just before he shifts, Ronin will feel the mischief spark humming through the bond. One moment Remi is pressed against him, warm and human and smiling against his mouth, and the next there is a raccoon hanging from the Knight’s neck, paws hooked comfortably where arms had been, dark eyes bright with outrageous expectation. He makes no move whatsoever to help himself down, because this is very clearly Ronin’s suggestion and therefore Ronin’s problem, and thus he intends to be carried like royalty for at least the distance between the kitchen and the bed.
Once transported, Remi finds a place near the pillows where he can curl up out of the way, compact and warm, his ringed tail tucked carefully around himself while the boys sleep on in their improbable sprawl. At some point in the night, though, the arrangement changes and by morning, Remi is wedged between the twins with one boy’s hand curled firmly around his tail while the other has gathered the rest of him close against his chest, all whilst taking up about 80% of the bed and leaving Ronin to thank them for the rest.
~FIN
we're only human but we've got hands & hearts & noses
So stop and smell the fuckin' roses
So stop and smell the fuckin' roses
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.
