the lullaby
Though a few of the fae had begun to relight candles and poke their heads out of windows to see if the danger had passed, Remi was hardly aware of anything save for the spots of colour on his husband's cheeks and the way the press of Ronin's hands felt a thousand miles away. "Gods," Remi laughs, humourlessly, tilting his chin up and giving the few stars that had begun peeping through the sky an appraising look.
"Of all the things I thought this war would cost...I never imagined this." That it would strain his friendship with Isla was one thing. That he might have to go weeks or months without seeing or speaking to one another...that he had prepared for. "Nothing is worth the risk of losing you." Remi says sharply, more sharply than he means, as he lowers his eyes back. "Nothing in this world or any other. I just..." The sea-glass shade of his eyes grows all the more ocean-like as tears pool and then fall.
"...I suppose I did not expect to have to make good on that promise." He whispers, lips trying for a smile that dies almost instantly. "Not like this."
"Of all the things I thought this war would cost...I never imagined this." That it would strain his friendship with Isla was one thing. That he might have to go weeks or months without seeing or speaking to one another...that he had prepared for. "Nothing is worth the risk of losing you." Remi says sharply, more sharply than he means, as he lowers his eyes back. "Nothing in this world or any other. I just..." The sea-glass shade of his eyes grows all the more ocean-like as tears pool and then fall.
"...I suppose I did not expect to have to make good on that promise." He whispers, lips trying for a smile that dies almost instantly. "Not like this."
i collect scars because I want proof
I've paid for the sins I've committed
I've paid for the sins I've committed
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.
