REMI
when people say that something is forever
The water is colder than expected, even for Leafchange, but Remi’s never minded that sort of bite. It’s bracing; clears the mind, sharpens the edges. He’s far enough from the houseboat that Sugar’s chirp carries only faintly over the lapping waves, but the sound still makes him pause, floating on his back beneath the pale blush of morning light. A grin curls over his lips as he realizes that his husband has returned.
Rather than call out, Remi turns and dives, body fluid and silent as he slips beneath the surface. The world dulls instantly with the rhythm of the sea replaces thought, motion replaces words. He swims easily through the shallows, navigating by memory more than sight, until he nears the houseboat where his husband’s footsteps thump softly overhead.
A single tentacle curls out of the water: It coils with slow, deliberate grace around Ronin’s ankle, the grip teasingly light—just enough pressure to register a presence, just enough to pull. And then, without warning, the Bastion tugs.
Rather than call out, Remi turns and dives, body fluid and silent as he slips beneath the surface. The world dulls instantly with the rhythm of the sea replaces thought, motion replaces words. He swims easily through the shallows, navigating by memory more than sight, until he nears the houseboat where his husband’s footsteps thump softly overhead.
A single tentacle curls out of the water: It coils with slow, deliberate grace around Ronin’s ankle, the grip teasingly light—just enough pressure to register a presence, just enough to pull. And then, without warning, the Bastion tugs.
either way, it ends
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.
