REMI
"Alright, I’ll admit it," Remi says as they crest the final rise near the Citadel, the long stretch of snow-glittering stone giving way to the glimmering pools beyond. His curls are tousled from the wind, his scarf looped lazily around his neck even if he hasn’t needed it in hours. "Halo isn’t completely miserable in LongHeat."
There’s a sideways glance at Ronin, amused and expectant, as if daring him to gloat. A small trail of steam curls into the cool evening air ahead of them, betraying the heat of the springs just before they come into view.
The starlit waters spread out like a celestial mirror, and Remi’s brow arches in open appreciation. It’s quieter here than he expected, but the sight of Deimos already settled in the steaming pool has him lifting a hand in greeting, the motion easy and familiar. "Evening," he calls out, the travelling tongue wrapping warmly around the word.
Without much ceremony, Remi tosses aside his scarf and starts unbuttoning his shirt, tossing it onto a nearby boulder before stepping out of his boots. His swim trunks are a dark navy, peppered with tiny, shimmering stars that catch the light with every movement. "I see you saved the best spot for yourself," he says with a crooked grin, nodding toward Deimos's position as he steps toward the edge. "I take it this is Safrin's doing?" You know, given the stars and all.
There’s a sideways glance at Ronin, amused and expectant, as if daring him to gloat. A small trail of steam curls into the cool evening air ahead of them, betraying the heat of the springs just before they come into view.
The starlit waters spread out like a celestial mirror, and Remi’s brow arches in open appreciation. It’s quieter here than he expected, but the sight of Deimos already settled in the steaming pool has him lifting a hand in greeting, the motion easy and familiar. "Evening," he calls out, the travelling tongue wrapping warmly around the word.
Without much ceremony, Remi tosses aside his scarf and starts unbuttoning his shirt, tossing it onto a nearby boulder before stepping out of his boots. His swim trunks are a dark navy, peppered with tiny, shimmering stars that catch the light with every movement. "I see you saved the best spot for yourself," he says with a crooked grin, nodding toward Deimos's position as he steps toward the edge. "I take it this is Safrin's doing?" You know, given the stars and all.
If you were church, I'd get on my knees
Confess my love, I'd know where to be
Confess my love, I'd know where to be
Code stolen from Queen Sky
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.
