Now the ashes of tomorrow sing your sad song
The pulse Remi sends back through the Attuned bond is golden and slow, a simmer of heat and adoration that winds around Ronin’s words like ivy curling around stone. I know, is all he says in return; simple and full of something reverent, something feral.
The flicker of pain that grazes Remi's magic scratches over his senses like a stone tossed into still water, but it’s brief, inconsequential. And when Ronin drops a few feet in the air, finally letting Starfall breathe after his tempest of violence, Remi is already there—hovering in the violet-lit stillness, one hand extended. "Very magnanimous of you," he says with mock solemnity, lips twitching. "Such mercy. Such restraint."
Remim extends a hand that beckons playfully toward the Knight. "Now, what if I said there was wine in the basket and at least one thing that isn’t covered in spores?" His tone is dry but warm. "Would that tempt you to come back down?"
The flicker of pain that grazes Remi's magic scratches over his senses like a stone tossed into still water, but it’s brief, inconsequential. And when Ronin drops a few feet in the air, finally letting Starfall breathe after his tempest of violence, Remi is already there—hovering in the violet-lit stillness, one hand extended. "Very magnanimous of you," he says with mock solemnity, lips twitching. "Such mercy. Such restraint."
Remim extends a hand that beckons playfully toward the Knight. "Now, what if I said there was wine in the basket and at least one thing that isn’t covered in spores?" His tone is dry but warm. "Would that tempt you to come back down?"
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.
