The higher I climb the farther I fall when I do
"Someone?" Remi winces at that, but there's no flash of fire to accompany it. Instead, he can only sigh and sadly shake his head. "I hope past me knew what he was doing." He murmurs, before frowning at the sudden—and apparently brief—bout of mist.
"Maybe I did not want you to?" Remi suggests; it seemed like exactly the sort of thing he'd do. "But I am glad you are here now, and wine sounds wonderful." As for the letters? Taking Ronin's hand and making no attempt at all to conjure something to clothe himself with (it was late, and honestly most of the Greatwood had likely seen him naked by now), Remi gives his husband's hand a soft squeeze. "Can I wait to read them in the morning? I'm exhausted from whatever it was that happened."
"Maybe I did not want you to?" Remi suggests; it seemed like exactly the sort of thing he'd do. "But I am glad you are here now, and wine sounds wonderful." As for the letters? Taking Ronin's hand and making no attempt at all to conjure something to clothe himself with (it was late, and honestly most of the Greatwood had likely seen him naked by now), Remi gives his husband's hand a soft squeeze. "Can I wait to read them in the morning? I'm exhausted from whatever it was that happened."
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.
