hope keeps us breathing, just to kill us in the end
"Gods you're a terrible father." Remi joked, perhaps cruelly. Only...it didn't feel like it, because Seren didn't feel real. Ronin wasn't a father again. Just...a a guardian, maybe. That wasn't true, but it was nice to believe in the moment. "Unless you mean for her to think you go around having sex with all of your friends."
With a small laugh, leaning against Ronin, Remi nodded. "I have been for a while, yeah. Didn't seem worth doing anything about, though." Building a fire, conjuring a blanket, or worse—leaving. Cold was nothing amidst this.
"I don't think either of us will sleep much tonight but..thank you for not waiting. To tell me."
With a small laugh, leaning against Ronin, Remi nodded. "I have been for a while, yeah. Didn't seem worth doing anything about, though." Building a fire, conjuring a blanket, or worse—leaving. Cold was nothing amidst this.
"I don't think either of us will sleep much tonight but..thank you for not waiting. To tell 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.
