REMI
Remi’s grin blooms slow and sheepish, the mug cradled in his palms like a talisman. He shrugs one shoulder, a soft nod following as he murmurs, "If you come to the party, I think it’ll make more sense." There’s something boyish in the curve of his smile—hopeful, but cautious not to press.
"Spero di vederti lì," he adds gently in the travelling tongue, a private softness threading through the words.
Then, glancing down at the mug with a sigh, he steps past the threshold of the kitchen, descending back into the shop below. His footsteps are light, respectful of the space, and when his eyes lift again it’s to take in the rows of plants, the earthy perfume of soil and green things, the soft glow that makes everything look alive. "It all looks really good in here," he says, voice low and fond. There’s nostalgia there, caught in the back of his throat like a petal that won’t quite fall.
"Anyway, I won’t take up any more of your time," he says finally, the same way you might close the cover of a beloved book. Turning at the door, curls brushing his cheek, he glances back just once. "Ti voglio bene, Mateo."
And then he slips out into the sunlight.
~FIN
"Spero di vederti lì," he adds gently in the travelling tongue, a private softness threading through the words.
Then, glancing down at the mug with a sigh, he steps past the threshold of the kitchen, descending back into the shop below. His footsteps are light, respectful of the space, and when his eyes lift again it’s to take in the rows of plants, the earthy perfume of soil and green things, the soft glow that makes everything look alive. "It all looks really good in here," he says, voice low and fond. There’s nostalgia there, caught in the back of his throat like a petal that won’t quite fall.
"Anyway, I won’t take up any more of your time," he says finally, the same way you might close the cover of a beloved book. Turning at the door, curls brushing his cheek, he glances back just once. "Ti voglio bene, Mateo."
And then he slips out into the sunlight.
~FIN
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.
