cut up our losses into doable doses
ration our tears and sighs
Lips too cold, skin clammy, the smell stronger. Much as Remi simply wanted to turn his mind off and enjoy the affection Ronin was able to give him in these precious and (sadly) fleeting moments, he was finding it harder and harder. Still, he leaned into the gesture with a warm smile. Wishing Ronin's words were true—the blight having made their sex life difficult to say the least—Remi merely nodded as he softly stroked the hunter's wrist with his thumb before fitting his hand into his husband's.
"Shush." Remi said, verbally waving off the apology. "We do need to talk about that cloud...thing." He added with a raised brow. "But before we do, fireside, or in bed?"
It didn't matter that it was noon or so. With the day the two had had Remi was inclined to treat himself to whatever relaxation he could find.
Remi
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.