REMI
the bastion
& my heart ran away with me
The moment the scent of grilled meat reaches the breeze, Remi appears as if summoned by divine right (or maybe it’s just because he follows Ronin like a compass when left unsupervised). Barefoot in the sand and already sun-warmed from the walk down, he squints toward the cookfire with the unmistakable look of a man who's both exasperated and deeply, helplessly in love.
"You know," he drawls as he sidles up beside Ronin, lips quirking as he eyes the apron with dramatic distaste, "if you didn’t look so good in that thing, I’d be tempted to shred it into ribbons and use it to tie up an umbrella over the icebox." His arm slides casually around the Knight’s waist all the same, and he presses a kiss to Ronin’s shoulder in lieu of branding him on the grill like one of the ribs.
Casting a glance across the beach, Remi lifts a hand in a warm wave toward Melita, before nodding in Dantalion and Astaroth 's directions. Then, further along—Flora. He raises a brow toward his daughter and her growing cluster of friends, offering her a small, knowing nod before he ruffles a hand through his own curls as if to shake off the weight of how much she’s grown, and how little he can do to protect her now.
"You want me to grab you something cold to drink?" he asks Ronin, his voice light and teasing as he glances toward the cooler (aka the domain of Sugar and Spice). "Or are you running on apron confidence and meat alone today?"
"You know," he drawls as he sidles up beside Ronin, lips quirking as he eyes the apron with dramatic distaste, "if you didn’t look so good in that thing, I’d be tempted to shred it into ribbons and use it to tie up an umbrella over the icebox." His arm slides casually around the Knight’s waist all the same, and he presses a kiss to Ronin’s shoulder in lieu of branding him on the grill like one of the ribs.
Casting a glance across the beach, Remi lifts a hand in a warm wave toward Melita, before nodding in Dantalion and Astaroth 's directions. Then, further along—Flora. He raises a brow toward his daughter and her growing cluster of friends, offering her a small, knowing nod before he ruffles a hand through his own curls as if to shake off the weight of how much she’s grown, and how little he can do to protect her now.
"You want me to grab you something cold to drink?" he asks Ronin, his voice light and teasing as he glances toward the cooler (aka the domain of Sugar and Spice). "Or are you running on apron confidence and meat alone today?"
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.
