when the heart of this wide-eyed wanderer
"Lucky for us both, and that man, that your hobbies include taking on murderous felines and throwing them into pits, all as part of a days work." Remi replied, swallowing down an unsteady and far-too eager gulp at the thought of putting Ronin's magic through its paces.
Whispering kisses through Aoife's curls, Remi distractedly looked up at Ronin. His smile grew crooked then, pulled in opposite directions by both the joy, and grief, of all that had transpired to bring them to this moment. "For letting me be part of her life." He answered with a humble shrug, pressing his forehead against Aoife's and touching his nose to ears with lips that had suddenly grown whiskers meant to tickle her.
Whispering kisses through Aoife's curls, Remi distractedly looked up at Ronin. His smile grew crooked then, pulled in opposite directions by both the joy, and grief, of all that had transpired to bring them to this moment. "For letting me be part of her life." He answered with a humble shrug, pressing his forehead against Aoife's and touching his nose to ears with lips that had suddenly grown whiskers meant to tickle her.
beats in time with yours
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.
