Now the ashes of tomorrow sing your sad song
Remi hums thoughtfully under his breath, his grin still etched in place as he watches Ronin’s wings flare wide, catching the violet glow like something mythic and furious. "Maybe not," he calls casually after him, "but I’d bet you could bring a few boulders down on their heads. Or a tree. Or a ridge. Whole ecosystem, really."
He steps back a few paces to give the Knight room, folding his arms as Ronin launches skyward with all the grace of someone who’s absolutely going to take this personally. The void messengers scatter in a flurry of oily wings and ragged screeches. Then, with a low whistle and a glint in his eye, Remi unfurls his own wings and kicks off the stone with a lazy beat of air. He doesn’t rush after Ronin, if only because this isn’t his moment. Yet. For now, he follows in Ronin’s wake, a shadow of amusement and hunger trailing behind the storm that’s already started.
He’s here to help, sure. But mostly he’s here to watch his husband absolutely ruin a few birds.
He steps back a few paces to give the Knight room, folding his arms as Ronin launches skyward with all the grace of someone who’s absolutely going to take this personally. The void messengers scatter in a flurry of oily wings and ragged screeches. Then, with a low whistle and a glint in his eye, Remi unfurls his own wings and kicks off the stone with a lazy beat of air. He doesn’t rush after Ronin, if only because this isn’t his moment. Yet. For now, he follows in Ronin’s wake, a shadow of amusement and hunger trailing behind the storm that’s already started.
He’s here to help, sure. But mostly he’s here to watch his husband absolutely ruin a few birds.
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.
