REMI
Remi shakes his head immediately, his curls brushing lightly against his temple as he follows behind. "No, thank you," he murmurs, voice low but sincere. "I wouldn’t want to intrude on your space." The idea of holding a key to something that now belonged to Mateo..it didn’t sit right. Not when he still wasn’t sure where the line between welcome and unwelcome stood between them.
At the mention of Haulani, his brows lift, a flicker of surprised relief in the soft crease of his expression. "Good," he says after a moment, and the warmth in the word is quiet but genuine. "I'm sure Flora will be happy to have you around. We all will." There’s more he could say—wants to say—but the staircase is already winding up beneath his feet, and he takes the steps with careful attention, mindful not to brush against the trailing vines or the budding leaves that have slowly claimed the edges of the staircase.
At the top, the air shifts with memory. The apartment is not as he remembers, not fully—but enough of it is. The bones of their old life linger beneath the roots and the green. With a glance toward Mateo for silent permission, Remi crosses the threshold and makes his way into the kitchen. He reaches up to one of the taller cupboards—one he knows the botanist likely hasn’t touched much—and eases open the door. His fingers find the mug at the very back, ceramic matte and faintly chipped along one edge.
At the mention of Haulani, his brows lift, a flicker of surprised relief in the soft crease of his expression. "Good," he says after a moment, and the warmth in the word is quiet but genuine. "I'm sure Flora will be happy to have you around. We all will." There’s more he could say—wants to say—but the staircase is already winding up beneath his feet, and he takes the steps with careful attention, mindful not to brush against the trailing vines or the budding leaves that have slowly claimed the edges of the staircase.
At the top, the air shifts with memory. The apartment is not as he remembers, not fully—but enough of it is. The bones of their old life linger beneath the roots and the green. With a glance toward Mateo for silent permission, Remi crosses the threshold and makes his way into the kitchen. He reaches up to one of the taller cupboards—one he knows the botanist likely hasn’t touched much—and eases open the door. His fingers find the mug at the very back, ceramic matte and faintly chipped along one edge.
There's a rhyme and reason to the wild outdoors
When the heart of this star-crossed voyager beats in time with yours
When the heart of this star-crossed voyager beats in time with yours
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.
