i thought i knew chaos

Let's not get lost in the dark blue
But darling if we do, just find me and I'll find you

The salt-stung air ruffles the edges of his shirt, chambray worn thin by years of work and weather, as he makes his way along the kaleidoscopic stretch of stone. The sea hisses and boils against the coastline, coloured spray rising like a painter’s brush dragged careless across the sky. It is the kind of beauty that usually slows him, makes him linger, but today his gaze catches on the smaller figure ahead, dark braid tugged by the wind.

Remi stills for a moment, watching carefully, making sure her steps are carrying her away from the shrine rather than toward it. When he’s satisfied, the tension loosens from his shoulders and the corner of his mouth lifts. He lifts one large hand in greeting, voice carried warm and bright across the rainbow path.

"Theea!" he calls, the smile spreading easily across his face, boyish and open as the surf behind him.

the bastion

Styling stolen from Sky (obviously)