bring back the water, let your ships roll in
Remi too, had thought of Vanya. Had thought of Aoife. He had thought there would be time for rings and stupidly romantic speeches. A picnic beneath the stars, Aoife between them. Kneeling on the ground of their kitchen with Ronin's blood on his fingers and grit from the Spire spread between them while the ex-captain muddled through consciousness with a concussion, had not, in any way, been in his plans. But it was like Vai said; time ran short, especially with Ronin. And, grime, blood, concussion and the rest of it, Remi didn't want to wait a second longer.
Remi's lips mischievously fell open at the beginning of Ronin's acceptance? feeling his cheeks at once flush and an additional emotion lodge itself in his throat (quickly though it moved lower). He would quite literally never stop wanting Ronin, inappropriate moments be damned.
Feeling joy radiating out into what felt like the muscles of his jaw making it impossible to do anything other than smile, Remi swept upwards, laughing rather breathlessly as he sealed his incredibly unprepared (and yet accepted) marriage proposal, with a kiss.
"Yes, yes. Delicate, damsel, I get it." Remi agreed with a laugh, slinking an arm around Ronin to encourage him to stand. To this he added a pulse of telekinesis to take some of the effort of walking away from his friend.
And to make him feel like he was walking on air. One should feel that way after a proposal, after all. "Come on then. There is a bed upstairs with your name on it." Remi said, unable to hide the boyish delight in his eyes, but still well aware of Ronin's current state of health.
Remi's lips mischievously fell open at the beginning of Ronin's acceptance? feeling his cheeks at once flush and an additional emotion lodge itself in his throat (quickly though it moved lower). He would quite literally never stop wanting Ronin, inappropriate moments be damned.
Feeling joy radiating out into what felt like the muscles of his jaw making it impossible to do anything other than smile, Remi swept upwards, laughing rather breathlessly as he sealed his incredibly unprepared (and yet accepted) marriage proposal, with a kiss.
"Yes, yes. Delicate, damsel, I get it." Remi agreed with a laugh, slinking an arm around Ronin to encourage him to stand. To this he added a pulse of telekinesis to take some of the effort of walking away from his friend.
And to make him feel like he was walking on air. One should feel that way after a proposal, after all. "Come on then. There is a bed upstairs with your name on it." Remi said, unable to hide the boyish delight in his eyes, but still well aware of Ronin's current state of health.
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.
