REMI
the bastion
there's a light that you give me
when I'm in shadow
when I'm in shadow
Remi doesn’t enter the Temple so much as he floats into it on a tide of unrestrained affection. It’s in his expression, warm and unguarded as he casts his gaze over the familiar space now remade into something beautiful rather than reminiscent of so many horrifying LongNight's spent huddled in the dark. The heat from the braziers is familiar, the scent of flame and flowers stirs memory like breath on embers, but it’s the hand wrapped securely in his that keeps him present.
He’s dressed as he always is when left unsupervised—dark clothes made finer only by the addition of a deep crimson boutonnière pinned near his heart (thanks Ronin), the shade unmistakably a nod to both the bride’s palette and the flush across his own cheeks when Ronin had pinned it on him.
"You look very kissable," Remi murmurs to his husband, his smile boyish and adoring as he bumps their shoulders together. "It's very distracting. I'd go so far as to say that we might need a quick make-out session so that you don't force me to ruin things if I'm made to wait."
His gaze slips toward the front, to where lanterns flicker and a hundred lives seem to hold their breath for Kiada. "Rexanna would be proud," he says quietly, the weight of her memory tugging the corners of his smile down somewhat and yet making him look all the happier for it.
He’s dressed as he always is when left unsupervised—dark clothes made finer only by the addition of a deep crimson boutonnière pinned near his heart (thanks Ronin), the shade unmistakably a nod to both the bride’s palette and the flush across his own cheeks when Ronin had pinned it on him.
"You look very kissable," Remi murmurs to his husband, his smile boyish and adoring as he bumps their shoulders together. "It's very distracting. I'd go so far as to say that we might need a quick make-out session so that you don't force me to ruin things if I'm made to wait."
His gaze slips toward the front, to where lanterns flicker and a hundred lives seem to hold their breath for Kiada. "Rexanna would be proud," he says quietly, the weight of her memory tugging the corners of his smile down somewhat and yet making him look all the happier for it.
there's a feeling you give me, an everglow
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.
