I don't know who I am, I don't know who I'll be
Much as Remi doesn’t want to hover unnecessarily in the lives of their children, especially not after everything that had happened recently with Flora, relief floods through the bond before he can think to temper it. Bowing his head against Ronin’s shoulder, he lets his eyes close. The kitchen still smells like bacon and coffee, the table is sitting slightly askew from where his pixiu shift shoved it across the floor, and somewhere beyond the Northaven their twins are loose in the world with only a duplicate between them and whatever disaster might next present itself as a suggestion. "Yes," Remi murmurs, his voice muffled slightly against his husband. "I think that might be a good idea."
For a moment he stays there, taking the offered solidity for exactly what it is. Then, as Ronin continues and the plan begins to take shape between them, Remi straightens, one hand lingering at his husband’s waist. "You know," he says, brows drawing together as the thought occurs to him, "I wonder if it might be worth asking Vi or Mort for some sort of...reverse channel." Tilting his head, Remi considers how to explain it. "Like teleportation, but you can only go to whoever channelled you last." He gives a small shrug, seaglass green eyes flicking back toward Ronin’s. "It would save us the flying time, if nothing else."
And, left unsaid but perfectly clear through the bond, it would mean not having to wait helplessly when one of their children, or someone married to one of their children, had already been close enough to trouble to need them.
For a moment he stays there, taking the offered solidity for exactly what it is. Then, as Ronin continues and the plan begins to take shape between them, Remi straightens, one hand lingering at his husband’s waist. "You know," he says, brows drawing together as the thought occurs to him, "I wonder if it might be worth asking Vi or Mort for some sort of...reverse channel." Tilting his head, Remi considers how to explain it. "Like teleportation, but you can only go to whoever channelled you last." He gives a small shrug, seaglass green eyes flicking back toward Ronin’s. "It would save us the flying time, if nothing else."
And, left unsaid but perfectly clear through the bond, it would mean not having to wait helplessly when one of their children, or someone married to one of their children, had already been close enough to trouble to need them.
but there's a light in the attic and I swear it's calling me
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.
