REMI
Flailing and kicking in the water, his adrenaline and boyish amusement made all the brighter by the chill, Remi tries to claw his way toward the shoreline before his husband. Careful not to slip on the wet stones, Remi animatedly heaves himself from the water, holding the lock of Ronin's hair out before him as if it might act as a shield. With colour high in his cheeks, his curls plastered around his face, and of course the fact that he's entirely naked, this clumsy and mischievous side of Remi is one for Ronin's eyes only.
"Listen! Listen—" He calls, as if trying to stop a charging horse. "—it's so that we can be contacted by our friends. I just needed some of your hair." However reasonable this might sound is totally overshadowed by the fact that he could have just asked.
"Listen! Listen—" He calls, as if trying to stop a charging horse. "—it's so that we can be contacted by our friends. I just needed some of your hair." However reasonable this might sound is totally overshadowed by the fact that he could have just asked.
Who are you? They ask. Death?
Sometimes... I say. But not today
Sometimes... I say. But not today
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.
