up and down your waves

the bastion

Heavy like a landslide
That's the way my heart beats now

It was meant to be a simple errand—deliver the flower, make Isla smile, let her decide how best to use the thing. But when Remi arrived at the clinic with a carefully arranged bouquet—dozens of ordinary lilies hiding one mythical one—he was met not with Isla’s usual warm greeting, but the vaguely concerned face of a receptionist who told him she and Everest had taken a boat out to one of the floating isles. No return time given. No specifics. Just two people—one of whom Remi knew was infected—off alone, out of reach. The wrong sort of silence settled in his chest, too reminiscent of the kind that had followed Aoife’s death, Flora's, or more recently, Seren’s. He didn’t wait. With a crackle of magic, he vanished.

Remi reappears beside Isla with no warning, the bouquet held out like a shield before him as if to ward off whatever doom his mind had conjured in the meantime. His curls are wild with static, his eyes sharp and shadowed, with the lilies thrust right at the kissing couple. "Isla—!" Remembering only how Ronin had fought him when presented with a flower, Remi drops the bouquet (see, not interfering, just being clumsy) and reaches for Everest. Tentacles slide out from his sides in order to tighten the grapple around the aviator, pinning his arms to his sides.

Up until the last sunrise
I'll be reaching for you

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!