we are like birds of a feather, we are two hearts thrown together
Remi clicks his beak for good measure, not that Ronin needs reminding of just how deadly the hawk could be. I should let Delphia know. Where the demigoddess was, he currently had no idea. Perhaps she was already there, spooping up souls for Mort.
Happily accepting both the touches to his feathers as well as the strips of meat, for all the world Ronin must look like the epitome of a huntsman just now. Sitting by his fire and cooking his breakfast, placating his avian hunting partner with meat and one-sided conversation, and of course still looking impossibly handsome while doing it. That's good. I think someone like Maeve will be good for Torchline. She has her fingers in just about everything as it is— He resists the urge to accompany this with a mental prodding of amusement. So are he and Nate just...? Remi doesn't know how to articulate his general feelings of ...they're just fucking off and pretending this war isn't going to affect them, and so he just tilts his head jarringly to the side in the way that birds do, fixing his husband with a stare.
Hopping up to perch himself on Ronin's shoulder while his husband tries to eat, Remi watches with skepticism and hunger both as the Huntsman tries for the low-carb version of his breakfast. Remi hopes he fails and that some part of his food falls into the ground so that he can eat it. Better and worse. He replies. I absolutely find myself wanting to wallow about things. Or destroy them. I rather hate how many people know about what is going on with me, and us. Maeve and Aurelia had known what felt like right away, though perhaps that was because Remi had no idea of how deeply intertwined in the world Hotaru was.
Happily accepting both the touches to his feathers as well as the strips of meat, for all the world Ronin must look like the epitome of a huntsman just now. Sitting by his fire and cooking his breakfast, placating his avian hunting partner with meat and one-sided conversation, and of course still looking impossibly handsome while doing it. That's good. I think someone like Maeve will be good for Torchline. She has her fingers in just about everything as it is— He resists the urge to accompany this with a mental prodding of amusement. So are he and Nate just...? Remi doesn't know how to articulate his general feelings of ...they're just fucking off and pretending this war isn't going to affect them, and so he just tilts his head jarringly to the side in the way that birds do, fixing his husband with a stare.
Hopping up to perch himself on Ronin's shoulder while his husband tries to eat, Remi watches with skepticism and hunger both as the Huntsman tries for the low-carb version of his breakfast. Remi hopes he fails and that some part of his food falls into the ground so that he can eat it. Better and worse. He replies. I absolutely find myself wanting to wallow about things. Or destroy them. I rather hate how many people know about what is going on with me, and us. Maeve and Aurelia had known what felt like right away, though perhaps that was because Remi had no idea of how deeply intertwined in the world Hotaru was.
THE ALCHEMIST
we will be forever as one, my brother under the sun
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.
