REMI
A snarl vibrates in Remi’s throat, deep and low, as Hotaru’s teeth graze skin gone numb from both her venom and his determination. Lightning ripples across the sky, thunder chasing it in booming echoes, and he tightens his grasp all the more. Her roars crash against his senses, her magic crackling in the air with enough force to make his bones shudder. But he does not let go.
He tucks his chin against her temple, voice dipping low, resonant with quiet conviction. This won’t break you, he vows, in that crackling mental space they share, each syllable laced with apology and devotion. I promise you that in the end, you'll see. It’s too fragile to be reassurance and too bold to be mere hope, but it’s all he can offer her as he forces wings and will to push them higher.
Claws rake his arms, venom slicks his skin, and lightning hammers his eardrums. He endures it all. Where her magic sears, where her fury scrapes, he sets his jaw and persists. Battered though he may be, no force on land or sky will sway him from his course.
At last the horizon slides into a haze of lavender, dawn streaking its purple promise across the sky. Far below, the sea glints like a shard of blade. Torches flicker on the outskirts of Torchline, marking the boundary of a world left behind as he veers ever westward. Ahead lies Halo, its distant peaks still wreathed in ice and snow, waiting for them with whatever promise of healing he insists it holds.
Remi’s wings labour through the gale and lightning, each powerful downbeat a testament to his resolve—and the battered shell of trust that binds him and Hotaru to one another despite it all. The sky itself glows with the furious silver of her anguish, and against that backlit fury, the line of dawn gleams defiantly. They fly through a world poised between darkness and daybreak, unyielding until the very last.
~FIN
He tucks his chin against her temple, voice dipping low, resonant with quiet conviction. This won’t break you, he vows, in that crackling mental space they share, each syllable laced with apology and devotion. I promise you that in the end, you'll see. It’s too fragile to be reassurance and too bold to be mere hope, but it’s all he can offer her as he forces wings and will to push them higher.
Claws rake his arms, venom slicks his skin, and lightning hammers his eardrums. He endures it all. Where her magic sears, where her fury scrapes, he sets his jaw and persists. Battered though he may be, no force on land or sky will sway him from his course.
At last the horizon slides into a haze of lavender, dawn streaking its purple promise across the sky. Far below, the sea glints like a shard of blade. Torches flicker on the outskirts of Torchline, marking the boundary of a world left behind as he veers ever westward. Ahead lies Halo, its distant peaks still wreathed in ice and snow, waiting for them with whatever promise of healing he insists it holds.
Remi’s wings labour through the gale and lightning, each powerful downbeat a testament to his resolve—and the battered shell of trust that binds him and Hotaru to one another despite it all. The sky itself glows with the furious silver of her anguish, and against that backlit fury, the line of dawn gleams defiantly. They fly through a world poised between darkness and daybreak, unyielding until the very last.
~FIN
Who are you? They ask. Death?
Sometimes... I say. But not today
Sometimes... I say. But not today
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.
