right now everything you want is wrong
& right now all your dreams are waking up
& right now all your dreams are waking up
'Really Ronin.' Remi asks flatly. 'You didn't think maybe you should ask me. Maybe seeing as I can feel what you feel when you're near me, that maybe I'd like to hear about who you've fucked before they show up in the Greatwoods with a fucking smile? Or, you know what was really fun? This little shrine adventure with Gideon, Amalia, and Sera." Raking his hands through his hair as well and forcing his breath out through his nose, Remi shakes his head. "I don't care when you sleep with someone else, or even just fool around. I care when it makes me seem like I'm the idiot who doesn't know." Running a hand over his eyes, Remi runs his tongue over his teeth debating something. "But while we're on the subject of it...I slept with Isla. After.." He looks at Ronin. After our thing. "..during LongNight."
Swallowing hard, Remi curls a lip and glares at Ronin. "Don't you dare." And now the pain in his tears is raw and ragged, his anger replaced by an unhappy bitterness. "While I'm feral in the woods? Living alone and raising our son? While you at least have a life in Stormbreak surrounded by new and old friends, but oh no, Remi has grown a beard and has let himself get rough around the edges so that he doesn't overstep and look too long at the only other fucking person around who can string together full sentences." It had been hard on them both, but right or wrong, Remi was quite sure he'd been given the shorter end of the stick.
That it doesn't feel like pretending to Ronin just has Remi shrugging with disbelief. "Then what would you call it, if not pretending? We don't laugh like we used to. We don't tell each other things. We plan and plot for this war, sure. But everything I am now...you just judge me for. Monstrous. Darkness and violence and dreamworlds?" Remi repeats the things his husband had said as a tear streaks down his cheek.
"That's what I am now. And I have been for a long time. But it feels like you've been pretending to see someone else."
Swallowing hard, Remi curls a lip and glares at Ronin. "Don't you dare." And now the pain in his tears is raw and ragged, his anger replaced by an unhappy bitterness. "While I'm feral in the woods? Living alone and raising our son? While you at least have a life in Stormbreak surrounded by new and old friends, but oh no, Remi has grown a beard and has let himself get rough around the edges so that he doesn't overstep and look too long at the only other fucking person around who can string together full sentences." It had been hard on them both, but right or wrong, Remi was quite sure he'd been given the shorter end of the stick.
That it doesn't feel like pretending to Ronin just has Remi shrugging with disbelief. "Then what would you call it, if not pretending? We don't laugh like we used to. We don't tell each other things. We plan and plot for this war, sure. But everything I am now...you just judge me for. Monstrous. Darkness and violence and dreamworlds?" Remi repeats the things his husband had said as a tear streaks down his cheek.
"That's what I am now. And I have been for a long time. But it feels like you've been pretending to see someone else."
The Lullaby
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.
