REMI
Remi lifts a brow at the mention of water, the word alone enough to shift the weight of his thoughts. His hand drifts to Ronin’s knee beneath the surface, a quiet tether as his other rises to scratch thoughtfully at the scruff along his jaw. Brows drawn, he leans forward slightly, his gaze flicking from the journal to Deimos, then out across the gently steaming water.
If Flora agrees, he begins down the bond, his voice a touch more guarded than before, do you think we’d be useful?
There’s no pride in the question. Just a quiet, measured assessment of what he still has to give.
I don’t hit the way I used to, he admits, but I can still take the worst of it. If it’s just damage to be soaked, I can manage that much. A pause, the thought settling heavier across the connection. And if the level’s water-based, my tentacles can hold whatever we need in place. At least long enough for the rest of you to finish the job.
His fingers tighten slightly on Ronin’s knee, steady but not anxious. I won’t be able to anchor and tank at the same time, though.
If Flora agrees, he begins down the bond, his voice a touch more guarded than before, do you think we’d be useful?
There’s no pride in the question. Just a quiet, measured assessment of what he still has to give.
I don’t hit the way I used to, he admits, but I can still take the worst of it. If it’s just damage to be soaked, I can manage that much. A pause, the thought settling heavier across the connection. And if the level’s water-based, my tentacles can hold whatever we need in place. At least long enough for the rest of you to finish the job.
His fingers tighten slightly on Ronin’s knee, steady but not anxious. I won’t be able to anchor and tank at the same time, though.
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.
