REMI
the lullaby
Despite his mood, Remi can't do anything but laugh as Ronin fumbles his way through the new sounds. Whereas Mateo has developed an accent that is a charming combination of both the musicality of his father's, Ronin's own spin on the travelling tongue is not quite as graceful. Gods but he loves everything about the Star, and the stupidly crooked grin he offers in response says as much. "That would be the first thing you have learned to say." Remi quips with a smile that's far too joyful for how sour he still feels.
Grumbling contentedly into the patterns traced on his skin, Remi sighs into the earth. "Nothing makes sense anymore." He complains, tasting grass between his lips and not minding it. Tilting his head to the side that he might crack one eye open at his husband, Remi raises a brow beneath his curls. "Hide? You? What with your fire and your dazzle and your handsomeness? I doubt it."
Grumbling contentedly into the patterns traced on his skin, Remi sighs into the earth. "Nothing makes sense anymore." He complains, tasting grass between his lips and not minding it. Tilting his head to the side that he might crack one eye open at his husband, Remi raises a brow beneath his curls. "Hide? You? What with your fire and your dazzle and your handsomeness? I doubt it."
Like you'd get your knuckles bloody for me
Code taken from Sky who is utter perfection
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.
