REMI
Remi sinks deeper into the water, the heat licking up his spine and soaking into tired muscles that don't seem to loosen, no matter how long he sits. His fingers skim lazily across the surface, but his expression stills into something quieter—more inward—when Deimos's voice threads through the bond.
A glance over his shoulder at Ronin betrays the motionless unease that begins to gather beneath his ribs. The kind that doesn’t rise in his expression but pulses beneath the surface like an undertow. Even if he doesn’t say anything, Deimos will feel it—a sharp flicker of frustration, smoothed quickly by guilt.
The more we talk about it, Remi admits quietly, words shared along the bond, the less we like sitting out.
His hands disappear beneath the surface, curling over his knees as he exhales a long breath through his nose. Mateo is moving into Haulani, so we know he’ll be safe. But Flora’s chosen not to. His thoughts go quieter then, touched by something thorned and protective. Her agreement with Dahlia is still in place. If we assist in any way, there’ll be consequences. Likely for her first.
He lifts his gaze toward Ronin again, the question unspoken but undeniable: Do we take the risk? The weight of it presses into the bond like a hand to the chest. Especially now, when taking risks seems to be their daughter's favourite pastime.
Still, his focus flicks back to Deimos, expression tightening slightly. What is the next level like? he asks, more businesslike now. If we were to help—not saying we will—but if we did...would we even be of use?
A glance over his shoulder at Ronin betrays the motionless unease that begins to gather beneath his ribs. The kind that doesn’t rise in his expression but pulses beneath the surface like an undertow. Even if he doesn’t say anything, Deimos will feel it—a sharp flicker of frustration, smoothed quickly by guilt.
The more we talk about it, Remi admits quietly, words shared along the bond, the less we like sitting out.
His hands disappear beneath the surface, curling over his knees as he exhales a long breath through his nose. Mateo is moving into Haulani, so we know he’ll be safe. But Flora’s chosen not to. His thoughts go quieter then, touched by something thorned and protective. Her agreement with Dahlia is still in place. If we assist in any way, there’ll be consequences. Likely for her first.
He lifts his gaze toward Ronin again, the question unspoken but undeniable: Do we take the risk? The weight of it presses into the bond like a hand to the chest. Especially now, when taking risks seems to be their daughter's favourite pastime.
Still, his focus flicks back to Deimos, expression tightening slightly. What is the next level like? he asks, more businesslike now. If we were to help—not saying we will—but if we did...would we even be of use?
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.
