i've got a river for a soul
Remi grins wide as Vai brushes a curl from his forehead, his shoulders hitching in a boyish shrug. "We’ve had a few weeks of real peace, can you believe it? Enough that things like haircuts—" He sweeps a hand through his tousled curls for emphasis, "—just slipped my mind."
At her tease about complaints and the threat of mischief, he only spreads his hands in an expression the picture of innocence. "Well, it is our anniversary," he points out with a crooked smile, "so if anyone’s got a problem with how we celebrate, I might just hand ‘em a drink and point them toward the exit." There’s an unspoken pride in the statement—a sense that, tonight of all nights, the world can afford them a little joy.
With a soft snicker, he nods over his shoulder, where the laughter of Ronin and Vanya carries from the water, the knight’s pants rolled up, both splashing like childrenand definitely not taking off all of his clothes. "I've left the getting undressed to Ronin. I think he needs it more than I do, tonight."
But then the humour softens, his hand still curled gently at her shoulder. Remi’s gaze flickers back, quieter. "Feels odd, not asking how you are," he admits, voice low. "I suppose things in Mort’s realm are just...as they are?" He tries for a wry smile, but there’s longing in it—a wish for the simplicity of the old days, when catching up meant more than just catching a ghost between worlds. "Oh, but I suppose you've met Theea?"
At her tease about complaints and the threat of mischief, he only spreads his hands in an expression the picture of innocence. "Well, it is our anniversary," he points out with a crooked smile, "so if anyone’s got a problem with how we celebrate, I might just hand ‘em a drink and point them toward the exit." There’s an unspoken pride in the statement—a sense that, tonight of all nights, the world can afford them a little joy.
With a soft snicker, he nods over his shoulder, where the laughter of Ronin and Vanya carries from the water, the knight’s pants rolled up, both splashing like children
But then the humour softens, his hand still curled gently at her shoulder. Remi’s gaze flickers back, quieter. "Feels odd, not asking how you are," he admits, voice low. "I suppose things in Mort’s realm are just...as they are?" He tries for a wry smile, but there’s longing in it—a wish for the simplicity of the old days, when catching up meant more than just catching a ghost between worlds. "Oh, but I suppose you've met Theea?"
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.
