kidnap me from my reality & crushed pieces of my soul
Having felt melancholic as of late, Remi had thought perhaps to find some trinket or bauble he could give to Ronin as a reminder of the simpler times that they'd spend in the Grounds. Quite what that would be he had utterly no idea, only knowing that he'd know it when he saw it.
Certainly, the Bastion wasn't as affected by the cold as the majority of those who lived within the Hollowed Grounds were, that didn't mean he wasn't bundled up to the tips of his ears to try and ward it off. So it was that he found himself wandering toward the giant bonfire that blazed high and hot to try and siphon some warmth back into his fingertips and his nose. Already his curls were heavy with snow and his cheeks were rosy and chilled beneath the scarf wrapped around his neck and over his mouth. Spying Maea by the fire—her height if not her pale hair were hard to mistake as belonging to anyone else—Remi made his way over.
"Bit chilly, no?" He wondered, sidling up beside her and grinning crookedly down at her over his shoulder.
Certainly, the Bastion wasn't as affected by the cold as the majority of those who lived within the Hollowed Grounds were, that didn't mean he wasn't bundled up to the tips of his ears to try and ward it off. So it was that he found himself wandering toward the giant bonfire that blazed high and hot to try and siphon some warmth back into his fingertips and his nose. Already his curls were heavy with snow and his cheeks were rosy and chilled beneath the scarf wrapped around his neck and over his mouth. Spying Maea by the fire—her height if not her pale hair were hard to mistake as belonging to anyone else—Remi made his way over.
"Bit chilly, no?" He wondered, sidling up beside her and grinning crookedly down at her over his shoulder.
colour me outside the lines
until my shattered heart is whole
REMI
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.
