REMI
Remi’s grin tilts sharp beneath the mask, the expression unmistakable even behind porcelain as Ronin draws him close. "Mmm. I’m going to miss how handsy you are when Deepfrost hits," he murmurs, words low and golden as they curl into the space between them. The warmth of Ronin’s side against his is enough to ward off the cool breeze that twists through the clearing—though Remi suspects that has more to do with who he’s pressed against than anything seasonal.
At the mention of Flora, Remi's gaze is directed toward a glint of thigh and the unmistakable sweep of blonde curls caught mid-laugh in the flickering lantern light.
There’s no mistaking Flora, and not just because he's her dad. Even masked, even costumed, she shines with a stubborn brilliance that she no doubt gets from her mother. His gaze flicks to the man beside her—skull paint, thin, and unfamiliar. The smile in Remi’s voice lingers, but his brows lift behind the mask. "Think that’s a new boyfriend she’s planning on bringing home for us to meet?" he asks, dry but not unkind, his hand tightening lightly around Ronin’s. Doubtful Flora would bring anyone back to them after how things went with Jack, but the Bastion wasn't entirely ready to admit he'd been at fault there. The truth tastes complicated, and this isn’t the night for it.
"Speaking of," he murmurs, "do you see Isla?" The crowd is thickening, movement flashing like candlelight between trees and masks, making it impossible to tell. "After everything I wonder if she would want to come to something like this." Everything, of course being have died and been resurrected as a unicorn, only to be killed again at Ludo's request.
At the mention of Flora, Remi's gaze is directed toward a glint of thigh and the unmistakable sweep of blonde curls caught mid-laugh in the flickering lantern light.
There’s no mistaking Flora, and not just because he's her dad. Even masked, even costumed, she shines with a stubborn brilliance that she no doubt gets from her mother. His gaze flicks to the man beside her—skull paint, thin, and unfamiliar. The smile in Remi’s voice lingers, but his brows lift behind the mask. "Think that’s a new boyfriend she’s planning on bringing home for us to meet?" he asks, dry but not unkind, his hand tightening lightly around Ronin’s. Doubtful Flora would bring anyone back to them after how things went with Jack, but the Bastion wasn't entirely ready to admit he'd been at fault there. The truth tastes complicated, and this isn’t the night for it.
"Speaking of," he murmurs, "do you see Isla?" The crowd is thickening, movement flashing like candlelight between trees and masks, making it impossible to tell. "After everything I wonder if she would want to come to something like this." Everything, of course being have died and been resurrected as a unicorn, only to be killed again at Ludo's request.
Who are you? They ask. Death?
Sometimes... I say. But not today
Sometimes... I say. But not today
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.
