like home's not so far away

Let's not get lost in the dark blue
But darling if we do, just find me and I'll find you

Remi chuckles, the sound low and indulgent as seawater slips around his hips. "Mmm, you’re right. Divorce would be too kind," he muses, mischief tugging at his lips. "Whatever he came up with would be much, much worse." His grin sharpens as he glances sidelong at her, lifting a brow. "And these ideas of yours are coming far too easily. I’ll try to remember that next time I’m foolish enough to argue with you."

Then, with a playful bounce of his eyebrows and the sort of sly charm that once would have been filled with innuendo that wasn't entirely harmless, he hums, "There are many things on offer from my deck." A theatrical pause. "And most of them are useful, I promise."

Another tentacle peels free, sliding up with a curving grace across the deck. With a subtle tilt of his head, it rummages for just a moment before withdrawing triumphantly. Gripped gently in the suckered curl are a hammer, a small pouch of nails, and a pot of waterproof sealing oil that glistens faintly in the sunlight. "Voila," Remi says, presenting the tools with a mock flourish. "Unless you would prefer to test your strength on a few knuckle-sized nails, in which case by all means. I’d watch." His expression is bright and fond, sea-glass eyes crinkling at the corners as he steadies the hull for her again.

the bastion

Styling stolen from Sky (obviously)