REMI
"I don't know about you, but Delphia has been no help." To be fair, the ghostly-girl wasn't necessarily equipped to help create a stronghold, but then again, neither was Remi. Groaning against Ronin's shoulder, he silently wonders if Amalia has been of any help. Whipping soldiers into shape didn't exactly seem like her thing either, though perhaps she had another task. Pushing these thoughts nonverbally into Ronin's mind, Remi lets himself linger in the warm silence around them.
'When will you be able to?" Remi wonders, unsure if this is the sort of thing Ronin even has an answer to. In all likelihood, it was a Safrin thing, which meant precisely nothing when it came to timelines.
It didn't do well to give Remi too much hope in situations such as these, but here he was, with butterflies bursting in his stomach at the mere prospect of it. Even if it was only for a day—for an hour—to be able to properly be with his husband again would be everything. But therein was the catch of course, because that was a high, high cliff from which to fall, should things not happen as he hoped they would.
'When will you be able to?" Remi wonders, unsure if this is the sort of thing Ronin even has an answer to. In all likelihood, it was a Safrin thing, which meant precisely nothing when it came to timelines.
It didn't do well to give Remi too much hope in situations such as these, but here he was, with butterflies bursting in his stomach at the mere prospect of it. Even if it was only for a day—for an hour—to be able to properly be with his husband again would be everything. But therein was the catch of course, because that was a high, high cliff from which to fall, should things not happen as he hoped they would.
Who are you? They ask. Death?
Sometimes... I say. But not today
Sometimes... I say. But not today
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.
