but that was then, and this is now
Remi chuckles under his breath at the careful way Iskra lines the branches together. "The balancing gets easier once you’ve got one section standing," he says, rolling a shoulder as if to acknowledge that patience is half the trick. "And if nothing else…" his grin tips wryly as he nudges a half-pile with his boot, "at least there will be a good cache of wood for someone to use if they do end up stuck out here." Even if not for a shelter, it could be used to build a stretcher, help with reinforcements, or even just to burn.
The familiar rhythm of banter between man and dog pulls a smirk out of him, Goose’s antics more grounding than distracting. Remi nods politely as Iskra offers his name, filing it away with the kind of attentiveness that suggests it won’t be forgotten.
When the invitation comes, he draws in a breath, eyes narrowing faintly against the chill as he exhales in a puff of white. There’s appreciation there in his expression, but also the faint shadow of calculation behind his gaze. "That is kind of you," he says sincerely, "but my husband will start to worry if I’m gone too long." A touch of fond exasperation softens his voice, the way it always does when Ronin edges into his thoughts. He doesn’t bother explaining further—that worry in this season often translates to something far more dangerous than fretting. Instead, he offers a small smile that warms the words.
"Another time, perhaps."
The familiar rhythm of banter between man and dog pulls a smirk out of him, Goose’s antics more grounding than distracting. Remi nods politely as Iskra offers his name, filing it away with the kind of attentiveness that suggests it won’t be forgotten.
When the invitation comes, he draws in a breath, eyes narrowing faintly against the chill as he exhales in a puff of white. There’s appreciation there in his expression, but also the faint shadow of calculation behind his gaze. "That is kind of you," he says sincerely, "but my husband will start to worry if I’m gone too long." A touch of fond exasperation softens his voice, the way it always does when Ronin edges into his thoughts. He doesn’t bother explaining further—that worry in this season often translates to something far more dangerous than fretting. Instead, he offers a small smile that warms the words.
"Another time, perhaps."
the bastion
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.
