i cut the ties and i jumped the tracks, for never to return
Ronin's mind tugs the magic right out of Remi, and it's an odd thing indeed to just be the passive well from which someone else draws. Opening his eyes, Remi looks at the huntsman, his breath stolen and his heart stopped. For a moment it's all he can do to simply keep himself balanced, though he nearly reaches out for the wall to brace himself with. "Ronin.." He breathes, his husband's name a soft sigh across his lips. "I mean..gods you're...well, you're welcome. You look incredible." Remi's lips have twisted into a smile halfway through this, unable not to take at least some of the credit.
Reaching up to run a hand through his curls and abruptly stopping, Vai having helped scrunched them into something orderly, he opts for rubbing at the back of his neck instead. "What's this a memory from?" A wedding in Northaven, if he had to guess.
Reaching up to run a hand through his curls and abruptly stopping, Vai having helped scrunched them into something orderly, he opts for rubbing at the back of his neck instead. "What's this a memory from?" A wedding in Northaven, if he had to guess.
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.
