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’s grin stretches slow and wide across his face, all boyish mischief and absolutely no remorse. "Oh, I think you know exactly what it means," he says, dimples flashing and green eyes glinting with humour as Isla squares off with him. The image of her, arms crossed, oil brush forgotten, sunhat casting judgment like it’s part of a sacred rite—it only makes his grin deepen.
"Isla," he adds, the name soft and sing-song as he shifts under the weight of the Northaven like it’s nothing at all, "you know better than anyone that threats like that don’t bother me."
His wings twitch slightly behind him, entirely too smug, and he tilts his head as if inviting her to follow through. "Though," he concedes, a little more innocently, "if it does come to that, will you at least rescue the wood that you've already set adrift..?"
"Isla," he adds, the name soft and sing-song as he shifts under the weight of the Northaven like it’s nothing at all, "you know better than anyone that threats like that don’t bother me."
His wings twitch slightly behind him, entirely too smug, and he tilts his head as if inviting her to follow through. "Though," he concedes, a little more innocently, "if it does come to that, will you at least rescue the wood that you've already set adrift..?"
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.
