i've got a river for a soul
Remi is weary.
It's a weariness that is bone-deep. The sort of exhaustion that men like he and Ronin rarely can feel these days, so godly they have become. But after everything, the magical exertion, the yelling match that turned physical, the subsequent rescue and emotional collapse after...gods how he's been emptied by the day.
But he doesn't want bed just yet. Before that, there is something else he desperately needs. Something he needs to feel, to know. To experience in a way he never has before.
On Ronin's finger the Star will feel the stutter-pulses of his husband's heart as Remi returns to the house. Opening the door, Remi will stand silhouetted against the blue of the storm outside, bloody, sand-raw, with a haunted look in his eyes. "Ronin—" He says through chapped lips, and, knowing his husband will likely rush to him, holds up his hands defensively, ready to retreat should the hunter try and touch him.
It's a weariness that is bone-deep. The sort of exhaustion that men like he and Ronin rarely can feel these days, so godly they have become. But after everything, the magical exertion, the yelling match that turned physical, the subsequent rescue and emotional collapse after...gods how he's been emptied by the day.
But he doesn't want bed just yet. Before that, there is something else he desperately needs. Something he needs to feel, to know. To experience in a way he never has before.
On Ronin's finger the Star will feel the stutter-pulses of his husband's heart as Remi returns to the house. Opening the door, Remi will stand silhouetted against the blue of the storm outside, bloody, sand-raw, with a haunted look in his eyes. "Ronin—" He says through chapped lips, and, knowing his husband will likely rush to him, holds up his hands defensively, ready to retreat should the hunter try and touch him.
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.
