the things we hold are always the first to go
The grumble that rises up in Ronin's chest and throat is an incoherent mix of blissful appreciation for the picnic Remi has prepared for them (it's punctuated by a wave of the hand towards it to stress the point) and weary apology. "I would like lots of gin," he whispers gratefully into the other man's bare shoulder, pressing a kiss there and shifting to try and kick off his shoes.
Only once he's done and has flopped unceremoniously into Remi's lap does he start to try and extrapolate, Ronin pressing the heels of his palms against his closed eyes. "I thought it was going okay. She... gods, Remi, she's a great kid. We got this gods-awful brooch for Safrin and flowers for Aoife. We rode my nimbus and she hurt her foot, so I healed her up. And then she just started... gods, I don't know. Have kids always been able to go for the throat like that?" He drags his hands down to peer up at Remi.
"She started talking about how you have to choose between seeing her and Enzo, and seeing me. And how she wishes she fit in more, and that she doesn't get to live with you or come to the houseboat, and that I don't like her." He scowls past Remi, up into the canopy of vines.
"If I were more cynical I'd think she was loaded up with all that stuff to say on purpose." Not by Remi, of course. But Flora isn't the only one Ronin doesn't like, as the girl made very plain.
Only once he's done and has flopped unceremoniously into Remi's lap does he start to try and extrapolate, Ronin pressing the heels of his palms against his closed eyes. "I thought it was going okay. She... gods, Remi, she's a great kid. We got this gods-awful brooch for Safrin and flowers for Aoife. We rode my nimbus and she hurt her foot, so I healed her up. And then she just started... gods, I don't know. Have kids always been able to go for the throat like that?" He drags his hands down to peer up at Remi.
"She started talking about how you have to choose between seeing her and Enzo, and seeing me. And how she wishes she fit in more, and that she doesn't get to live with you or come to the houseboat, and that I don't like her." He scowls past Remi, up into the canopy of vines.
"If I were more cynical I'd think she was loaded up with all that stuff to say on purpose." Not by Remi, of course. But Flora isn't the only one Ronin doesn't like, as the girl made very plain.
