REMI
the lullaby
"Do we need to fight again?" Remi asks with a low laugh. "Surely you've not forgotten everything we said." He adds. Ronin was good, but not that good. They'd found unconditional love for one another that day on the beach, bloody and rain-soaked though they were.
Remi too notices the abrupt topic change and merely raises a brow at it. He might have said something more—something about how the only thing making this situation awkward was Amalia's unwillingness to talk about it—but Ronin, as ever, charmingly sweeps in. So as his husband disentangles himself, Remi merely folds his arms comfortably over his chest and smiles. What they have, the two of them—and now the three of them, he supposes—might not be entirely standard. It might also not be entirely what Amalia wants or needs, but it's what's on offer, free of judgement or strings.
Remi too notices the abrupt topic change and merely raises a brow at it. He might have said something more—something about how the only thing making this situation awkward was Amalia's unwillingness to talk about it—but Ronin, as ever, charmingly sweeps in. So as his husband disentangles himself, Remi merely folds his arms comfortably over his chest and smiles. What they have, the two of them—and now the three of them, he supposes—might not be entirely standard. It might also not be entirely what Amalia wants or needs, but it's what's on offer, free of judgement or strings.
Maybe it's my fault for forgetting
Who I was when I was mine.
Who I was when I was mine.
I've come to realize this one thing:
You couldn't fix what I couldn't find
You couldn't fix what I couldn't find
Code taken from Sky who is utter perfection
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.
