hope keeps us breathing, just to kill us in the end
"I have never been more sure of anything." Remi agrees, resisting the urge (only just) to make a joke of things. Instead, he just hugs Ronin back hard, losing himself in the unmalleable strength of his husband's body.
Beaming at Ronin, Remi twists his lips into a contrite shape as he nods. "To be fair, I did not have sex with Maeve, and Isla was before us." That time with Isla, anyway. "But yes, of course." He agrees easily.
"Back then...I was dealing with the aftermath of all things Loren, but otherwise I did not have as many triggers as either of us does now." Remi replies with a small shrug. "It was just...blind hurt that the lion twisted in anger. And the man I was before...It was hard for me to reconcile who I thought I was with the desire to tear things apart with my bare hands." Now of course Remi was quite at home with his more primitive needs, for better or worse.
Beaming at Ronin, Remi twists his lips into a contrite shape as he nods. "To be fair, I did not have sex with Maeve, and Isla was before us." That time with Isla, anyway. "But yes, of course." He agrees easily.
"Back then...I was dealing with the aftermath of all things Loren, but otherwise I did not have as many triggers as either of us does now." Remi replies with a small shrug. "It was just...blind hurt that the lion twisted in anger. And the man I was before...It was hard for me to reconcile who I thought I was with the desire to tear things apart with my bare hands." Now of course Remi was quite at home with his more primitive needs, for better or worse.
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.
