it was me who wrote onto the wooden door your name
Cold and clumsily buoyant in the waves, the risk isn't overstepping the lines he and Ronin have drawn, but drowning. Manta stone or no, the chill of the water provides the perfect environment for Remi's hands to draw his husband closer, not minding where they touch thanks to how partially-numb his skin has gone.
"Ronin?" Sliding his cheek across the Star's, not unlike a cat giving affection, Remi pauses as his lips reach his husband's ear. "I may have overlooked...one tiny thing.." Strong as he is, Remi's wings flop miserably on the surface of the sea. Completely waterlogged, all the strength in the world wouldn't allow him to fly now.
"Might you be willing to rescue me?"
"Ronin?" Sliding his cheek across the Star's, not unlike a cat giving affection, Remi pauses as his lips reach his husband's ear. "I may have overlooked...one tiny thing.." Strong as he is, Remi's wings flop miserably on the surface of the sea. Completely waterlogged, all the strength in the world wouldn't allow him to fly now.
"Might you be willing to rescue me?"
it'll last there longer than in this body i can stay
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.
