he had eyes like rain & hair like waves
& a soul as vast and deep as the ocean
& a soul as vast and deep as the ocean
Remi’s grin curves crooked and slow, the kind of expression that comes with years of knowing exactly how much he’s going to enjoy the next few minutes. His eyes flick toward Sugar with faux solemnity, nodding as if they’re co-conspirators rather than the ones being watched. "Oh, I’ve no doubt she’ll catch any nefarious deeds," he muses aloud. "It’s whether she’ll snitch that remains to be seen. His fingers close around the coin, gaze lifting just in time to catch the bow, the wink, the turning heel.
"So that’s it then?" he calls, feigning affront as the Knight disappears into the trees. "No mention of what happens if I break the rules? No dramatic threats? No stakes?" He gives a shrug, palms up, as if the decision has been made for him. "Well. That’s practically permission."
With no one left to hear but Sugar, Remi sucks in a breath and theatrically bellows after the vanishing figure, "ONE ONE-HUNDRED. TWO ONE-HUNDRED." His voice rings through the trees like the start of some ancient forest ritual before he glances up at Sugar, eyes gleaming, and grins at the dragon. "It’ll be more fun for everyone if I cheat. You know it. I know it."
And with that, he’s off, trailing laughter and low-slung leaves in his wake as he bolts into the undergrowth like a boy chasing the sun.
"So that’s it then?" he calls, feigning affront as the Knight disappears into the trees. "No mention of what happens if I break the rules? No dramatic threats? No stakes?" He gives a shrug, palms up, as if the decision has been made for him. "Well. That’s practically permission."
With no one left to hear but Sugar, Remi sucks in a breath and theatrically bellows after the vanishing figure, "ONE ONE-HUNDRED. TWO ONE-HUNDRED." His voice rings through the trees like the start of some ancient forest ritual before he glances up at Sugar, eyes gleaming, and grins at the dragon. "It’ll be more fun for everyone if I cheat. You know it. I know it."
And with that, he’s off, trailing laughter and low-slung leaves in his wake as he bolts into the undergrowth like a boy chasing the sun.
THE BASTION
& i guess i didn't mind d r o w n i n g in him.
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.
