all we are is skin & bone trained to get along
The moments that lingered between the shaky gesture at the dragonling and the captain's bright laughter seemed an eternity. During this time Remi imagined what it would be to tear 'Ronin's throat out, wondering if he'd die like a man or if Ludo would disappear. Would it be like killing his mother, the memory of which would haunt him? Would it feel good? Justified? Would he weep for Ronin again, or had those tears already been spent?
And so as Sugar shrieked back and then Ronin laughed, all those unhappy and murderous feelings turned to strange butterflies of uncertainty in his stomach.
So it was..?
He...he saw?
Which meant...
..it...
it meant...
But tears blurred his eyes and somehow seemed to stop his brain from actually working, and so for a moment all Remi did was take a stuttered step forward, his breath hitching strangely in his chest. Everything hurt and everything was possible and it was Ronin even though it couldn't possibly be (though Sugar was all the confirmation he really did need, save for the stars, but that could come later).
So the staggered step turned into a sort of lurch and eventually the bridge between them was dwindled to nothing. With eyes teary and wide and unbelieving and desperately happy, Remi wrapped his arms around Ronin's shoulder, burying his face against the side of the guildmaster's neck not currently occupied by Sugar.
"Ronin—" He breathed, the word infused with love and affection and grace and disbelief. Then, after a whispered moment he added, "—why are you naked?"
And so as Sugar shrieked back and then Ronin laughed, all those unhappy and murderous feelings turned to strange butterflies of uncertainty in his stomach.
So it was..?
He...he saw?
Which meant...
..it...
it meant...
But tears blurred his eyes and somehow seemed to stop his brain from actually working, and so for a moment all Remi did was take a stuttered step forward, his breath hitching strangely in his chest. Everything hurt and everything was possible and it was Ronin even though it couldn't possibly be (though Sugar was all the confirmation he really did need, save for the stars, but that could come later).
So the staggered step turned into a sort of lurch and eventually the bridge between them was dwindled to nothing. With eyes teary and wide and unbelieving and desperately happy, Remi wrapped his arms around Ronin's shoulder, burying his face against the side of the guildmaster's neck not currently occupied by Sugar.
"Ronin—" He breathed, the word infused with love and affection and grace and disbelief. Then, after a whispered moment he added, "—why are you naked?"
forever going with the flow, but you're friction
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.
