Let's not get lost in the dark blue
But darling if we do, just find me and I'll find you
But darling if we do, just find me and I'll find you
Remi grins, turning his face just slightly toward the kiss on his cheek, expression warm with a kind of older affection that’s grown between them like ivy over time. "I’m glad," he says again, quieter this time. "After everything...you both deserve the time to just be."
As Isla raises her brows and whistles knowingly, Remi makes a show of glancing over her shoulder, the picture of innocence. "Mm, no idea who you could mean," he says lightly, his lips pursed, expression unbothered except for the way his dimples deepen as he tries not to smile. "Though if you ever meet them, do pass along my congratulations for surviving this long."
The tease tapers as she nods toward the Northaven, and Remi follows her gaze. At first, he just hums, like maybe he is giving her a spring clean for the occasion. But then he leans in a little, dropping his voice just enough to make it feel conspiratorial between them. "Not exactly," he admits, mischief returning to the edges of his lips. "I asked Mort to help with an anniversary gift. I’ve got to gather something from every place Ronin and I have lived in Caido." Straightening, his eyes drift toward the ship again, fondness in the slope of his shoulders. "But I thought maybe she could use a clean as well."
As Isla raises her brows and whistles knowingly, Remi makes a show of glancing over her shoulder, the picture of innocence. "Mm, no idea who you could mean," he says lightly, his lips pursed, expression unbothered except for the way his dimples deepen as he tries not to smile. "Though if you ever meet them, do pass along my congratulations for surviving this long."
The tease tapers as she nods toward the Northaven, and Remi follows her gaze. At first, he just hums, like maybe he is giving her a spring clean for the occasion. But then he leans in a little, dropping his voice just enough to make it feel conspiratorial between them. "Not exactly," he admits, mischief returning to the edges of his lips. "I asked Mort to help with an anniversary gift. I’ve got to gather something from every place Ronin and I have lived in Caido." Straightening, his eyes drift toward the ship again, fondness in the slope of his shoulders. "But I thought maybe she could use a clean as well."
the bastion
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.
