& i sing hallelujah, ripped through my veins
The sound of pure joy coming from his husband was a welcome reprieve from the upset and anger and angst at all that had come crashing down around Ronin's newly crowned head. It made Remi never want to come down, but to glide off into infinity with Ronin. He had the strength for it; in this moment, he was sure he did. Of course that was short lived. Aoife was still below. And Ashe, and Amalia..Deimos, Vai, and Phoebe and everyone else they loved and cared for.
Cocking an ear back to catch Ronin's words even as the wind tried to rush them away, Remi felt something in his belly clench. It wasn't often that he was prideful, but in this moment he realized he had been, as evidenced by the bitter chill coursing through his veins. He had wanted to show Ronin something new. An experience he'd never had...but of course he'd seen the world like this. He'd been a star after-all. Even flying was likely not new, not with how he must have ascended with Safrin. Suddenly Remi felt incredibly boyish indeed and though he'd never admitted to himself consciously that he thought he might not be enough for someone like Ronin, he was starting to wonder what it was the king saw in him.
Rumbling a low note of agreement, the manticore banked gently to the right and adjusted their trajectory such that it appeared they would fly right into the rising sun. Lower and lower Remi spiraled, the movement familiar enough even in this new body and with a passenger. Eventually with a warm morning breeze bringing scents of the Greatwood into their noses, Remi landed back in the training arena waiting for Ronin to dismount before shifting back.
With colour bright in his cheeks from the adrenaline rush of it all as well as the effort of the shift, he pushed a wave of curls from his face and grinned at his partner. "I did not want to kill you even once." He chuckled, running a hand subconsciously up his arm at the passing memory of times while shifted he had indeed tried to kill Ronin.
Cocking an ear back to catch Ronin's words even as the wind tried to rush them away, Remi felt something in his belly clench. It wasn't often that he was prideful, but in this moment he realized he had been, as evidenced by the bitter chill coursing through his veins. He had wanted to show Ronin something new. An experience he'd never had...but of course he'd seen the world like this. He'd been a star after-all. Even flying was likely not new, not with how he must have ascended with Safrin. Suddenly Remi felt incredibly boyish indeed and though he'd never admitted to himself consciously that he thought he might not be enough for someone like Ronin, he was starting to wonder what it was the king saw in him.
Rumbling a low note of agreement, the manticore banked gently to the right and adjusted their trajectory such that it appeared they would fly right into the rising sun. Lower and lower Remi spiraled, the movement familiar enough even in this new body and with a passenger. Eventually with a warm morning breeze bringing scents of the Greatwood into their noses, Remi landed back in the training arena waiting for Ronin to dismount before shifting back.
With colour bright in his cheeks from the adrenaline rush of it all as well as the effort of the shift, he pushed a wave of curls from his face and grinned at his partner. "I did not want to kill you even once." He chuckled, running a hand subconsciously up his arm at the passing memory of times while shifted he had indeed tried to kill Ronin.
i heard the hammer drop, my blood in the rain
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.
