and my heart ran away with me
"Yeah, a list would be great, considering you weren't there and won't hear a word about it. While we're at it, maybe we can make a list of how you knew your time with Safrin with just a dream. You knew what she was like and how she wanted you." Remi snarls in response, picking at the easiest thread in the tapestry of their misadventures and giving it a good yank.
"The point is, you could just as easily have been in this position. We were still oPeN with our marriage at the time." With wings wanting to itch out of his spine and claws wanting to gouge into his palms, Remi grabs rather aggressively at his husband's shirt as if a mere piece of fabric might hold him in place. "I want that too." Though unlike Ronin's whisper, Remi's is a roar. "I hate that they aren't yours. I hate that there's anyone else. I hate that it's me whose done this to you." Pressing his teeth together hard enough to make whining noises, Remi snarls at the pinpricks of tears in his eyes.
"I can't change it, and I understand your hate, but I don't know what to do." The Lullaby pleads, finding now that instead of his grip being one that bars Ronin from leaving, now it's just merely clutching for him to stay. "I don't know and I hate it and nothing about this is right, and—" Feeling nauseous now that his rage had been replaced by turmoil, Remi's body tenses as his stomach rolls warningly.
"The point is, you could just as easily have been in this position. We were still oPeN with our marriage at the time." With wings wanting to itch out of his spine and claws wanting to gouge into his palms, Remi grabs rather aggressively at his husband's shirt as if a mere piece of fabric might hold him in place. "I want that too." Though unlike Ronin's whisper, Remi's is a roar. "I hate that they aren't yours. I hate that there's anyone else. I hate that it's me whose done this to you." Pressing his teeth together hard enough to make whining noises, Remi snarls at the pinpricks of tears in his eyes.
"I can't change it, and I understand your hate, but I don't know what to do." The Lullaby pleads, finding now that instead of his grip being one that bars Ronin from leaving, now it's just merely clutching for him to stay. "I don't know and I hate it and nothing about this is right, and—" Feeling nauseous now that his rage had been replaced by turmoil, Remi's body tenses as his stomach rolls warningly.
remi
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.
