i've hidden all my fears in a book for only my eyes to see
Remi shoots Ronin a look over his shoulder that’s pure deadpan innocence, his curls already beginning to stick to his forehead from the humidity. "Mmhmm. You didn’t laugh for long, just long enough I thought you might choke." His voice is wry, but fond, like every part of this conversation is a well-worn page in a book he still enjoys reading.
He ducks beneath a low-hanging branch and waits for Ronin to do the same before letting it spring harmlessly back into place. "And for the record, I still think the beehive was targeting you for mentioning the word honey."
The humour fades into something softer as they step into the clearing, the weight of old memories pressing gentle palms to his shoulders. Remi slows, his steps quieter, more deliberate, as he gazes out at what remains of where their little houseboat once was moored.
Then, as if remembering himself, he straightens and flashes Ronin a grin. "Listen, with all Flora has gone through, I thought a little reminder of where she started, before she’s off chasing sea monsters and smugglers." His voice stays light, easy. A little too casual, maybe, but not suspicious.
As for the changes in the Greatwood's landscape, the Bastion can only sigh and nod as he picks a path forward, hoping for the sake of his quest that at least some part of what would eventually become the Tramezzino would have lingered.
He ducks beneath a low-hanging branch and waits for Ronin to do the same before letting it spring harmlessly back into place. "And for the record, I still think the beehive was targeting you for mentioning the word honey."
The humour fades into something softer as they step into the clearing, the weight of old memories pressing gentle palms to his shoulders. Remi slows, his steps quieter, more deliberate, as he gazes out at what remains of where their little houseboat once was moored.
Then, as if remembering himself, he straightens and flashes Ronin a grin. "Listen, with all Flora has gone through, I thought a little reminder of where she started, before she’s off chasing sea monsters and smugglers." His voice stays light, easy. A little too casual, maybe, but not suspicious.
As for the changes in the Greatwood's landscape, the Bastion can only sigh and nod as he picks a path forward, hoping for the sake of his quest that at least some part of what would eventually become the Tramezzino would have lingered.
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