beside my bed i keep a bottle of dreams
Gods if Remi doesn't love Ronin for all of this. Not despite it. But because of it. This roguish man, this difficult beast, this piece of his soul. Looking down at Amalia, Remi smiles and nods. "You're going to fall asleep. We'll be with you shortly." He says, and before she might worry or ask questions or protest, his hand is on her forehead, and his magic is sinking into her. He could keep her there indefinitely if he wished. She would die on this bed, unable to be awoken (by anyone except Ronin). It was a beautiful, but deadly thing he could do, and the gravity of it is not lost on him for a second.
However as he turns to Ronin, Remi's expression is one of unfettered adoration. Moving to the huntsman's side of the bed (which is actually his side of the bed, Amalia has just taken Ronin's), the alchemist leans down to press a kiss against his husband's lips, even if the Star remains broody and tight-lipped against it. "I love you more than anything, and everything." He says softly, lifting one leg over the Star so that he might fit himself in the space between he and the Shield. There is a moment where Remi wants to linger, to playfully rest himself atop the huntsman, and though he knows it isn't what Ronin wants, the alchemist still needs to force himself not to linger. But wanting Ronin is nothing new, and they both know it.
"Sleep, then." Remi whispers with boyish softness as he lays down, his cheek on the bed so he can see Ronin. Reaching for the Star's hand, they all fall asleep.
...
The world is a velvety purple without texture or depth. The created worlds which belong to the Taliesin's haven't been recreated here. Instead, it's a world on the brink of dusk, and the three of them stand on the shores of some eternal sea. "This is the dream world." Remi explains. "Ronin and I...we can navigate it here. And now that we've dreamed with you, we can find you in it, no matter where we are." It was a one-way form of communication, Amalia not being able to find them while she was asleep, but it would do until something else could be devised.
However as he turns to Ronin, Remi's expression is one of unfettered adoration. Moving to the huntsman's side of the bed (which is actually his side of the bed, Amalia has just taken Ronin's), the alchemist leans down to press a kiss against his husband's lips, even if the Star remains broody and tight-lipped against it. "I love you more than anything, and everything." He says softly, lifting one leg over the Star so that he might fit himself in the space between he and the Shield. There is a moment where Remi wants to linger, to playfully rest himself atop the huntsman, and though he knows it isn't what Ronin wants, the alchemist still needs to force himself not to linger. But wanting Ronin is nothing new, and they both know it.
"Sleep, then." Remi whispers with boyish softness as he lays down, his cheek on the bed so he can see Ronin. Reaching for the Star's hand, they all fall asleep.
...
The world is a velvety purple without texture or depth. The created worlds which belong to the Taliesin's haven't been recreated here. Instead, it's a world on the brink of dusk, and the three of them stand on the shores of some eternal sea. "This is the dream world." Remi explains. "Ronin and I...we can navigate it here. And now that we've dreamed with you, we can find you in it, no matter where we are." It was a one-way form of communication, Amalia not being able to find them while she was asleep, but it would do until something else could be devised.
i wake up and i go back to sleep
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.
