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 arrives just before Flora begins, the dome of the Court of the Stars casting a silvery sheen across his curls as he steps into the courtyard. Beside him, his hand finds Ronin ’s almost automatically, fingers interlacing before slipping around his husband's waist instead. He says nothing as they find a place near the back, quiet and unobtrusive. His eyes track Flora’s movements as she speaks, pride stirring faintly in his chest like smoke rising from embers.
Remi’s grip tightens slightly as she mentions Dahlia’s blood. He doesn’t flinch, exactly, but there’s a subtle stiffening in his posture—just enough for Ronin to feel it. The tension fades almost immediately as Flora continues, the Bastion's expression unreadable but engaged. He's here to listen; to support, but not to interfere. If either of the demigods knew the caveat that Dahlia had given the Doubletake, Remi might have found reason to speak up, but as it was, he merely leaned against the Knight, content to let Torchline make its own decision.
Remi’s grip tightens slightly as she mentions Dahlia’s blood. He doesn’t flinch, exactly, but there’s a subtle stiffening in his posture—just enough for Ronin to feel it. The tension fades almost immediately as Flora continues, the Bastion's expression unreadable but engaged. He's here to listen; to support, but not to interfere. If either of the demigods knew the caveat that Dahlia had given the Doubletake, Remi might have found reason to speak up, but as it was, he merely leaned against the Knight, content to let Torchline make its own decision.
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.
