[PQ+] there is a light that never goes out

Let's not get lost in the dark blue
But darling if we do, just find me and I'll find you

Three tentacles unfurl from Remi’s back, each wrapping fluidly around the finished targets. They anchor themselves deep into the soft loam, pressing the frames into the earth with a steadiness that defies the rising wind. One curls around a crossbar like a protective vine, swaying slightly as if daring the storm to try anything foolish.

Straightening, Remi runs a hand through his curls—wet now from the light drizzle that’s begun to sift down through the canopy. Rain dapples his bare arms, cool against the latent heat of work, and though Oria chitters her dislike from the crook of his neck, he only smiles.

Then his gaze lands on Kaisel. Remi’s brow lifts as he takes in the dramatic sprawl of the Dragoon atop a bundle of cloth and straw, limbs flung wide like a particularly determined starfish trying to assert dominance over a haystack. Amused affection stirs at the corner of his mouth. "You alright there?" he calls, raising his voice just slightly over the wind. A fourth tentacle slinks out, as if ready to lash out and grab Kaisel by the ankle if he starts tumbling toward the treeline.

With the targets secured, Remi steps away from them, scanning the clearing in case Maea or Liam need assistance. But for now, he lingers, half-shielded by a stretch of his wings, rain rolling lazily down the feathered span. Something peaceful settles over his features, like even the threat of a storm is welcome in the Greatwood—so long as it doesn’t blow away the idiot lying in the grass.

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Remi uses his tentacles to secure his targets and offers help to Kaisel

the bastion

Styling stolen from Sky (obviously)