REMI
Remi turns, mug in hand, a faintly sheepish smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. The apartment’s light casts soft gold across his curls, but it does little to hide the awkward shift in his stance as he meets Mateo’s gaze. "It’s for a quest," he explains, voice quiet but open. "From Mort." He glances down at the mug, thumb brushing gently along the old chip in the rim. "I’m meant to gather something from every place Ronin and I have lived since arriving in Caido." His smile twitches, smaller and more self-introspective now. "It’s for our ten-year wedding anniversary. Next season."
The words hang in the air a moment—weighty, perhaps, for all the time they haven’t spoken. Then, slowly, Remi looks back up, holding Mateo’s gaze with something steadier. "I’d like it if you came," he says. There’s no flourish to it, no pressure—just a simple, sincere request. "If you want to." Remi shifts, mug still in hand, and his free fingers lift to scratch idly through his curls—a telltale gesture of nerves he doesn’t bother to hide. His gaze drops for a moment, not quite able to hold Mateo’s under the weight of everything unsaid between them.
"You don’t need to answer me right now," he adds, the words gentle, his voice quieter than before. "We’ll be sending out invitations." There’s a pause, and his smile is wry but genuine as he glances back up. "I just...wanted you to know you’re wanted there. That you’re always welcome."
The words hang in the air a moment—weighty, perhaps, for all the time they haven’t spoken. Then, slowly, Remi looks back up, holding Mateo’s gaze with something steadier. "I’d like it if you came," he says. There’s no flourish to it, no pressure—just a simple, sincere request. "If you want to." Remi shifts, mug still in hand, and his free fingers lift to scratch idly through his curls—a telltale gesture of nerves he doesn’t bother to hide. His gaze drops for a moment, not quite able to hold Mateo’s under the weight of everything unsaid between them.
"You don’t need to answer me right now," he adds, the words gentle, his voice quieter than before. "We’ll be sending out invitations." There’s a pause, and his smile is wry but genuine as he glances back up. "I just...wanted you to know you’re wanted there. That you’re always welcome."
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.
