Let's not get lost in the dark blue
But darling if we do, just find me and I'll find you
But darling if we do, just find me and I'll find you
Remi’s arrival on Apopo is born more of love than necessity. Ronin’s sweet tooth has never been subtle, and after the weight of recent days—weeks, really—Remi finds that his hands need something to do. The molten pineapples that grow here, near the smouldering cliffs and boiling waters of Torchline’s volatile north, will caramelize perfectly for the dessert he’s planning for the Knight.
He’s crouched low by a thicket of glowing, heat-slick leaves, carefully coaxing one of the fruit free, when a familiar flash of pale gold and blue catches the corner of his eye. His head snaps up immediately, brows furrowing as he stands. Remi straightens fully, abandoning the fruit for now, and begins to make his way over toward the Remedy. "Isla?" His voice is soft, threading through the humid air as he quickens his pace until he's only a few steps away.
His expression is already tight with worry, seaglass eyes scanning her face, her posture, the space around her. "How is...everything?" It's perhaps an unhelpful question but gods if he isn't entirely where sure to start, so Remi offers out his hand to her for comfort as much as so he might feel everything she can't quite put into words if it's easier.
He’s crouched low by a thicket of glowing, heat-slick leaves, carefully coaxing one of the fruit free, when a familiar flash of pale gold and blue catches the corner of his eye. His head snaps up immediately, brows furrowing as he stands. Remi straightens fully, abandoning the fruit for now, and begins to make his way over toward the Remedy. "Isla?" His voice is soft, threading through the humid air as he quickens his pace until he's only a few steps away.
His expression is already tight with worry, seaglass eyes scanning her face, her posture, the space around her. "How is...everything?" It's perhaps an unhelpful question but gods if he isn't entirely where sure to start, so Remi offers out his hand to her for comfort as much as so he might feel everything she can't quite put into words if it's easier.
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.
