REMI
the bastion
What good are hands
if there's nothing that they hold
if there's nothing that they hold
Turning expectantly towards the sound of Vai's voice, there is already a sheen of tears that glisten across the Bastion's sea-glass stare as he sips in a shaky breath. Not wanting to interrupt however it was that this magic worked, Remi forced himself to wait until the witch had come all the way through before encircling her tightly in his arms and burying his nose into her curls. All but trembling with joy, Vai would hear several boyish grunts of disagreement when she tried to part from him, before finally releasing her.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to—" He mumbled, worried perhaps that he'd hurt her. "I've missed you more." Remi countered, laughing. Tumbling down from his shoulder the little spriggan reached out with root-thin fingers to shake Vai'shand pinky before crooning delightedly. "This is Oria. She was a gift from Mort, actually."
Glancing over his shoulder as the kettle began to whistle, Remi returned his stare toward the witch with an entirely lopsided smile on his lips. "Not to put you to work when you've just come back from the dead, but..." Sweeping his hands forward, he grinned. "I've wanted a cup of tea made by you for so long."
"Sorry, I didn't mean to—" He mumbled, worried perhaps that he'd hurt her. "I've missed you more." Remi countered, laughing. Tumbling down from his shoulder the little spriggan reached out with root-thin fingers to shake Vai's
Glancing over his shoulder as the kettle began to whistle, Remi returned his stare toward the witch with an entirely lopsided smile on his lips. "Not to put you to work when you've just come back from the dead, but..." Sweeping his hands forward, he grinned. "I've wanted a cup of tea made by you for so long."
And what good are hearts
if you bury them all alone?
if you bury them all alone?
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.
