I don't know who I am, I don't know who I'll be
Remi pulls in a breath and lets it out again in a sigh that has his lips tilting crookedly before he can help it. "Well," he says, feigning contemplation as his eyes flick toward the shifted table, then"back again to his husband, "surely Vi, of all the gods, would appreciate efficiency?" The boyish smirk that follows is perhaps not entirely convincing. "Two birds with one stone."
As Ronin turns his attention back to the stove, Remi ruffles a hand through his curls, trying to put the thought of Hak Etme in order alongside the little he knows. "I think Colt is trying to start things up there," he says after a moment, leaning back enough to glance toward the half-cooked breakfast. "When I was making her new saddle, she mentioned that her ranch had burned down." His nose wrinkles slightly, not at Colt herself but at the shape of it all: losing one place and trying to build another out in the desert, only for something that looked like it had crawled out of sleep itself to be waiting there.
As Ronin turns his attention back to the stove, Remi ruffles a hand through his curls, trying to put the thought of Hak Etme in order alongside the little he knows. "I think Colt is trying to start things up there," he says after a moment, leaning back enough to glance toward the half-cooked breakfast. "When I was making her new saddle, she mentioned that her ranch had burned down." His nose wrinkles slightly, not at Colt herself but at the shape of it all: losing one place and trying to build another out in the desert, only for something that looked like it had crawled out of sleep itself to be waiting there.
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.
