he had eyes like rain & hair like waves
& a soul as vast and deep as the ocean
& a soul as vast and deep as the ocean
Not a pale hawk no, but a man with the same coloured curls as the hawk's feathers would be, sitting on a bench in the sunlight and looking thoroughly pleased with himself. 'Ah—' Holding up a finger to ward off the scolding he's probably about to receive, Remi picks up something warm and smelling of potato and cheese and wrapped in foil from the bench next to him. '—I got you lunch.' He hums, rising and pretty the food into Ronin's hands as if that might solve everything. (It usually does).
"Find something in there that caught your eye?" Remi asks, sounding genuine but looking mischievous. He won't be surprised at all if his husband tells him the truth about getting lost. He also wouldn't be surprised if half a dozen people recognized the Star, wanted his autograph, demanding a sparring session, or just wanted to gaze into his blue eyes, either.
"Find something in there that caught your eye?" Remi asks, sounding genuine but looking mischievous. He won't be surprised at all if his husband tells him the truth about getting lost. He also wouldn't be surprised if half a dozen people recognized the Star, wanted his autograph, demanding a sparring session, or just wanted to gaze into his blue eyes, either.
THE LULLABY
& i guess i didn't mind d r o w n i n g in him.
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.
