Bittersweet. Remi didn’t quite know how to parse that. Indeed he couldn’t even imagine what the taste of power might be like, nor its weight, nor the thrill of it. “I am sure you will think of something.” With a suggestive smile, Remi shot his husband a coy look. “You always do.” And it was precisely that, Ronin always landing on his feet, that had landed him the crown in the first place.
The hug was unexpected but far from unwelcome. Sighing against Ronin’s shoulder, Remi’s free hand snaked around his counterpart’s waist. Meant both as a gesture of love but also silent confidence in Ronin. “So long as you do not start demanding I call yo king in bed, we will be fine.” He grinned, the smell of earth in his nose making him want to cough, but he did his best to breathe through it.
With a snort, Remi pulled back enough to give Ronin a mischevious stare. “I think you can do whatever you like, King Taliesin”. He couldn’t help but wrinkle his nose a bit at that. Glancing along Ronin’s line of vision, the alchemist tilted his head slightly. “Emmett?” Remi felt himself stiffen. “He...would probably have told you that you weren’t his Da.” The joke was ill-formed and made Remi wince all the more, having never properly dealt with Emmett’s sudden demise. “He would be glad to see you with the crown, I think.” Biting the inside of his lip, his eyes hardened as they fell on the axe. “I did not know you kept that.”
The hug was unexpected but far from unwelcome. Sighing against Ronin’s shoulder, Remi’s free hand snaked around his counterpart’s waist. Meant both as a gesture of love but also silent confidence in Ronin. “So long as you do not start demanding I call yo king in bed, we will be fine.” He grinned, the smell of earth in his nose making him want to cough, but he did his best to breathe through it.
With a snort, Remi pulled back enough to give Ronin a mischevious stare. “I think you can do whatever you like, King Taliesin”. He couldn’t help but wrinkle his nose a bit at that. Glancing along Ronin’s line of vision, the alchemist tilted his head slightly. “Emmett?” Remi felt himself stiffen. “He...would probably have told you that you weren’t his Da.” The joke was ill-formed and made Remi wince all the more, having never properly dealt with Emmett’s sudden demise. “He would be glad to see you with the crown, I think.” Biting the inside of his lip, his eyes hardened as they fell on the axe. “I did not know you kept that.”
nobody hangs hard times on the wall
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.
