REMI
Remi doesn’t have time to respond to Ronin ’s bed-invitation with more than a low, helpless laugh before clever hands are already slipping beneath his rags, hunting through pockets meant for snacks, secrets, and now evidently foreplay. "You say that like I don’t already find you in bed more than anyone else in Torchline," he murmurs, leaning into the kiss pressed just behind his mask, a touch of sweetness wrapped in black silk and sharp smiles. "But yes. That would make me happy."
His head tilts toward Flora again, catching the same flicker of nerves beneath Ronin’s attempt at neutrality. But the the air shifts before it's tearing; a jarring ripple across the fabric of the masquerade as fire and shadow crack like whips through the clearing. The hulking form of a black dragon crashes through the tables, toppling food, upsetting drinks, scattering guests. Reflex sharp as breath, Remi pulls back just half a step and casts out his magic like a net, invisible but firm, shielding the closest guests behind a glimmer of unseen force.
Only when Ludo appears—impossibly tall, smoke-wreathed, the sound of it heavier than any presence—does he allow himself to breathe again. "That is not good," he mutters, voice still low, relief and exasperation braided tightly together.
His eyes follow Flora without hesitation as their daughter suddenly moves like she’s been struck by something important, and when Remi spots the gleam of crimson and gold nestled in the wreckage, he understands. "This...feels like it might be our cue to leave," he adds, voice tilting wry as he watches their daughter’s form blur against the fading chaos.
His head tilts toward Flora again, catching the same flicker of nerves beneath Ronin’s attempt at neutrality. But the the air shifts before it's tearing; a jarring ripple across the fabric of the masquerade as fire and shadow crack like whips through the clearing. The hulking form of a black dragon crashes through the tables, toppling food, upsetting drinks, scattering guests. Reflex sharp as breath, Remi pulls back just half a step and casts out his magic like a net, invisible but firm, shielding the closest guests behind a glimmer of unseen force.
Only when Ludo appears—impossibly tall, smoke-wreathed, the sound of it heavier than any presence—does he allow himself to breathe again. "That is not good," he mutters, voice still low, relief and exasperation braided tightly together.
His eyes follow Flora without hesitation as their daughter suddenly moves like she’s been struck by something important, and when Remi spots the gleam of crimson and gold nestled in the wreckage, he understands. "This...feels like it might be our cue to leave," he adds, voice tilting wry as he watches their daughter’s form blur against the fading chaos.
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.
