Oh if time is a river lets be stones underwater
Remi huffs a quiet laugh, his smile returning—crooked and dry—as Ronin kisses his cheek. "Mhm. Contractually obligated. You can’t see it, but Vi’s got a knife pressed to my ribs right now."He taps two fingers against his own side for emphasis.
But as Ronin continues, the humour begins to fade. Remi’s brow furrows at the list—guilt piled on guilt like seaweed tangled in an anchor chain—and it’s Flora’s expectations that make him go still. "She wanted you to convince her friends to move to Haulani?" he echoes, incredulous. "And help with what, exactly? Dahlia told us not to interfere. Flora knows that. So what is it she thinks we’re meant to be helping with?"
His fingers curl, then smooth over Ronin’s where they rest together. He’s not angry at the Knight—never at him—but there’s a helplessness in his tone that’s harder to swallow. "And as for what we’ve been doing...based on what Dahlia said, that’s all we’ve been allowed to do. We’ve kept quiet. We’ve stayed still." Hotsprings and BBQs were simply to keep them from going crazy.
Remi looks out toward the surf, the pulse of Starfall like a bruise on the horizon. He fidgets with his wedding ring, jaw tight. "Are you ever tempted to lie?" he asks suddenly, softly. "To tell Flora you can’t bring people back anymore? Just to make her take her life a little more seriously?" His voice is quiet, almost ashamed. "Because...gods if it wouldn't solve quite a few of our problems."
But as Ronin continues, the humour begins to fade. Remi’s brow furrows at the list—guilt piled on guilt like seaweed tangled in an anchor chain—and it’s Flora’s expectations that make him go still. "She wanted you to convince her friends to move to Haulani?" he echoes, incredulous. "And help with what, exactly? Dahlia told us not to interfere. Flora knows that. So what is it she thinks we’re meant to be helping with?"
His fingers curl, then smooth over Ronin’s where they rest together. He’s not angry at the Knight—never at him—but there’s a helplessness in his tone that’s harder to swallow. "And as for what we’ve been doing...based on what Dahlia said, that’s all we’ve been allowed to do. We’ve kept quiet. We’ve stayed still." Hotsprings and BBQs were simply to keep them from going crazy.
Remi looks out toward the surf, the pulse of Starfall like a bruise on the horizon. He fidgets with his wedding ring, jaw tight. "Are you ever tempted to lie?" he asks suddenly, softly. "To tell Flora you can’t bring people back anymore? Just to make her take her life a little more seriously?" His voice is quiet, almost ashamed. "Because...gods if it wouldn't solve quite a few of our problems."
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.
