all our lives i watched you search beneath the fallen skies
"You do not want to know." Remi said truthfully, a special brew of embarrassment and reluctance writ on his gentle features. However as Ronin set down his wine, Remi followed suit and let his head tip forward ever so slightly to regard the diminishing distance between their bodies.
For a moment his eyelashes merely fluttered with uncertainty—he wasn't debating whether to tell Ronin, merely how—before he supposed that showing him was perhaps the most obvious.
Shrugging softly out of Ronin's grip of him, Remi reached down and tugged his shirt off, pulling it easily over his head and letting it fall against the work bench. There in the center of his chest was a bright star pattern of burns, only a few hours old.
Clearly made from a lightning strike.
"She threatened you and Aoife.." Remi said, eyes still not quite able to rise and meet Ronin's, shame burning across his cheeks.
For a moment his eyelashes merely fluttered with uncertainty—he wasn't debating whether to tell Ronin, merely how—before he supposed that showing him was perhaps the most obvious.
Shrugging softly out of Ronin's grip of him, Remi reached down and tugged his shirt off, pulling it easily over his head and letting it fall against the work bench. There in the center of his chest was a bright star pattern of burns, only a few hours old.
Clearly made from a lightning strike.
"She threatened you and Aoife.." Remi said, eyes still not quite able to rise and meet Ronin's, shame burning across his cheeks.
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.
