maybe i'm a runaway train, maybe i'm a feather in a hurricane
Gods but Remi really does love this incredibly charming idiot. Smitten, he turns back to his chopping. "Mmmm. I would have thought the lingering cloud of obligations would fade, and yet.." Remi shrugs. It hadn't; not for either of them, it seemed.
Sighing indulgently, Remi twists away from the cutting board and only just remembers to retract his talons as his hand sweeps into Ronin's hair to pull him close. Closing his eyes he draws from the golden cadence that sings from his husband's emotions, bound on all sides by blood-red lines. I love you, Remi thinks, resisting reopening the conversation about his penmanship if only because the eggs Ronin is cooking have his stomach rumbling.
"They will." Remi agrees, his cheeks vaguely flushed and his gaze vaguely predatory. "I think maybe that is part of it. For so long we were told how very very important we were and so on, and...really?" He raises his eyebrows and tilts his head to the side slightly. Maybe they weren't.
Sighing indulgently, Remi twists away from the cutting board and only just remembers to retract his talons as his hand sweeps into Ronin's hair to pull him close. Closing his eyes he draws from the golden cadence that sings from his husband's emotions, bound on all sides by blood-red lines. I love you, Remi thinks, resisting reopening the conversation about his penmanship if only because the eggs Ronin is cooking have his stomach rumbling.
"They will." Remi agrees, his cheeks vaguely flushed and his gaze vaguely predatory. "I think maybe that is part of it. For so long we were told how very very important we were and so on, and...really?" He raises his eyebrows and tilts his head to the side slightly. Maybe they weren't.
THE LULLABY
maybe it's a long gray game, but maybe that's a good thing
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.
