REMI
Remi watches the swirl of the party around them with that quiet, almost awestruck stillness that creeps into his expression whenever love takes him by surprise—though it’s hardly a surprise at all. The laughter of their daughter still rings in his ears, sticky as honey, and his hand stays twined in Ronin ’s even as his eyes track from face to face, each one more precious than the last.
When Ronin speaks, Remi hums softly in agreement, turning to glance up at him with a faint smile. "It’s almost enough, isn’t it?" he says, voice warm and low. "Just...watching. Letting it all be." His free hand lifts, brushing gently over the back of Ronin’s where it’s held his own, before his attention flickers out again—toward the firelight, the flickering torches, and the people gathered in their glow.
Hotaru ’s voice reaches them, and Remi catches the moment of her seeingRexanna, sees the way her face changes even from across the beach. He holds her gaze for just a heartbeat, offering her a soft, understanding nod—an invitation, if she wants it. His smile for her is gentle and grounding, no pressure, just presence.
WhenAmalia throws herself into their arms with her characteristic joy and warmth, Remi’s laugh escapes bright and delighted. He catches her easily, wrapping an arm around her narrow shoulders and grinning through the kiss she plants on his cheek, then Aoife’s curls. "You’ve timed your entrance well, as always," he murmurs, squeezing her briefly before letting her move on, catching the familiar ache in her face as she sees the rest of their guests.
Hadama ’s appearance draws another quiet burst of affection from Remi. "You brought cupcakes," he notes fondly, accepting a bite from Ronin’s and then another to offer to Aoife, who squeals and tries to snatch the rest. "Thank you. Truly."
Then his gaze flicks skyward for a moment, to the place where Mort’s lantern still glows—steadily, but not forever. The pulse of it has begun to dim, softening around the edges like a candle nearing the end of its wick.
Clearing his throat, Remi steps forward slightly, keeping his voice strong without raising it too sharply. "The lantern won’t stay lit much longer," he calls gently. "So make the most of it, all of you. Say what you need to say. Hold who you need to hold." His throat tightens just briefly, his smile tugging crooked. "I'm not sure when we'll all be together like this again, but I’m glad we get to share it with all of you."
Get your breakoff threads made! As soon as the lantern goes out the ghosts will have to go back, so IC-wise assume you have ~an hour left.
When Ronin speaks, Remi hums softly in agreement, turning to glance up at him with a faint smile. "It’s almost enough, isn’t it?" he says, voice warm and low. "Just...watching. Letting it all be." His free hand lifts, brushing gently over the back of Ronin’s where it’s held his own, before his attention flickers out again—toward the firelight, the flickering torches, and the people gathered in their glow.
Hotaru ’s voice reaches them, and Remi catches the moment of her seeing
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Then his gaze flicks skyward for a moment, to the place where Mort’s lantern still glows—steadily, but not forever. The pulse of it has begun to dim, softening around the edges like a candle nearing the end of its wick.
Clearing his throat, Remi steps forward slightly, keeping his voice strong without raising it too sharply. "The lantern won’t stay lit much longer," he calls gently. "So make the most of it, all of you. Say what you need to say. Hold who you need to hold." His throat tightens just briefly, his smile tugging crooked. "I'm not sure when we'll all be together like this again, but I’m glad we get to share it with all of you."
Get your breakoff threads made! As soon as the lantern goes out the ghosts will have to go back, so IC-wise assume you have ~an hour left.
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.
