This scar I can't reverse, when the more it heals the worse it hurts
Remi chuckles softly, the sound low and warm in his chest. "Oh, the dragons left us alone," he confirms, lips quirking with something wry. "Though not for lack of curiosity. There were a few who made their presence known, but they quickly learned what a poor idea that was." The memory draws a subtle flicker of fondness across his face, brief but unmistakable, as he imagined both his husband and the Knight's tiny dragon out scouring the hills for dragons to slay.
His fingers twitch in his pockets, not from discomfort but from restraint, a quiet current of restlessness that never fully leaves him these days. "That was part of the appeal though. Being somewhere wild enough that even we could get lost, for a little while." A pause, thoughtful. "Of course, the trouble with hiding is that you still carry everything you’re trying to escape."
He lets his gaze return to Zavien, the crimson shimmer of the Cataract painting warm highlights along his features. "Seems like you’ve managed a balance, though. Solitude without isolation." A faint nod follows, one of quiet respect. "That’s no small thing."
His fingers twitch in his pockets, not from discomfort but from restraint, a quiet current of restlessness that never fully leaves him these days. "That was part of the appeal though. Being somewhere wild enough that even we could get lost, for a little while." A pause, thoughtful. "Of course, the trouble with hiding is that you still carry everything you’re trying to escape."
He lets his gaze return to Zavien, the crimson shimmer of the Cataract painting warm highlights along his features. "Seems like you’ve managed a balance, though. Solitude without isolation." A faint nod follows, one of quiet respect. "That’s no small thing."
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.
