i've got a river for a soul
The world narrows sweetly to Vai as she draws him in—Remi, swept in the arms of the only mother he's really known, breathing in the familiar wildness of pine and woodsmoke that's always clung to her, even here under Torchline’s lazy, honey-thick night. He laughs as she pulls him close, arms looping tightly around her, lifting the witch off her feet in a spin that turns the rest of the party to a blur of gold and laughter. For a moment, he’s not the Bastion or the demigod of Mort or any of the thousand things time’s made him—he’s just her boy again, cheek pressed into the warm crook of her neck, grinning against the living miracle of her presence.
When he finally sets her back down, Remi doesn’t let her go right away. His hands linger, rough and gentle both as he cups her shoulders, searching her face adoringly. "Gods it's good to see you," he murmurs, smile wide and helplessly fond, dimples deepening as the years roll off his shoulders.
At her teasing, he huffs out a laugh, green-gold eyes rolling skyward with an exaggerated innocence. "We've been very well behaved I think. Not a single complaint of public indecency all night." There’s a wicked glint in his eyes, all boyish charm and old mischief, but his thumb brushes gently along her cheek as if anchoring himself. "Ten years, and Ronin’s still not sick of me. Miracles do happen, hm?" He squeezes her shoulders, voice softening. "It’s better for having you here. Even if just for a little while."
When he finally sets her back down, Remi doesn’t let her go right away. His hands linger, rough and gentle both as he cups her shoulders, searching her face adoringly. "Gods it's good to see you," he murmurs, smile wide and helplessly fond, dimples deepening as the years roll off his shoulders.
At her teasing, he huffs out a laugh, green-gold eyes rolling skyward with an exaggerated innocence. "We've been very well behaved I think. Not a single complaint of public indecency all night." There’s a wicked glint in his eyes, all boyish charm and old mischief, but his thumb brushes gently along her cheek as if anchoring himself. "Ten years, and Ronin’s still not sick of me. Miracles do happen, hm?" He squeezes her shoulders, voice softening. "It’s better for having you here. Even if just for a little while."
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.
