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 snorts, laughter curling out of him in an unguarded huff that bubbles up like sea foam. "I’m trying to make it to our ten-year anniversary," he says, amusement tugging crooked at his mouth. "Not give Ronin reasons to divorce me before we even get there." He shakes his head, still grinning. "Though I’ll keep the upside-down painting idea in my back pocket. Maybe for year eleven."
He watches her work with open ease, not offering advice, not interrupting with needless commentary. It’s Isla, after all—Isla, who’s handled more delicate operations with less complaint. So he just holds the bow steady as she chars the edges of the stubborn board, the scent of smoke curling sweet and briny in the air. When it cracks free and lands with a splash, Remi only arches a brow and offers a quiet, approving hum.
"You can just let it float," he murmurs, voice low and amused. "We’ll grab it once we’re done here." One of his tentacles detaches from the hull and slides smoothly across the surface of the deck, searching by touch until it curls around the replacement board he’d set aside earlier. With a casual flick of his head, the limb swings it down and offers it to Isla like a wine bottle at dinner. "If you'd be so kind," he says, mock-formal, his grin threatening to split into something more boyish as the board hovers in front of her.
He watches her work with open ease, not offering advice, not interrupting with needless commentary. It’s Isla, after all—Isla, who’s handled more delicate operations with less complaint. So he just holds the bow steady as she chars the edges of the stubborn board, the scent of smoke curling sweet and briny in the air. When it cracks free and lands with a splash, Remi only arches a brow and offers a quiet, approving hum.
"You can just let it float," he murmurs, voice low and amused. "We’ll grab it once we’re done here." One of his tentacles detaches from the hull and slides smoothly across the surface of the deck, searching by touch until it curls around the replacement board he’d set aside earlier. With a casual flick of his head, the limb swings it down and offers it to Isla like a wine bottle at dinner. "If you'd be so kind," he says, mock-formal, his grin threatening to split into something more boyish as the board hovers in front of her.
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.
