but that was then, and this is now
Indeed there is a knock knock knock on Flora's door, though as so often happens to be the case since Mateo has come to Torchline, the man on the other side is here for the botanist rather than the queen.
Remi’s knuckles rap lightly against the door, the sound barely more than a polite intrusion against the hush of LongNight. He shifts his weight slightly, a small, neatly wrapped package cradled in one hand. The scarves—one deep blue, the other rich green—are tucked inside a box, wrapped in crisp parchment paper and tied with a simple cord. A small sprig of dried lavender is knotted into the twine, its scent faint but familiar, something Mateo would recognize instantly.
It isn’t the first time he’s knocked on this door since Mateo settled here, and it likely won’t be the last. But tonight, his visit is simple—just a father dropping off a gift, a small thing against the backdrop of everything else.
Remi’s knuckles rap lightly against the door, the sound barely more than a polite intrusion against the hush of LongNight. He shifts his weight slightly, a small, neatly wrapped package cradled in one hand. The scarves—one deep blue, the other rich green—are tucked inside a box, wrapped in crisp parchment paper and tied with a simple cord. A small sprig of dried lavender is knotted into the twine, its scent faint but familiar, something Mateo would recognize instantly.
It isn’t the first time he’s knocked on this door since Mateo settled here, and it likely won’t be the last. But tonight, his visit is simple—just a father dropping off a gift, a small thing against the backdrop of everything else.
the bastion
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.
