Let's not get lost in the dark blue
But darling if we do, just find me and I'll find you
But darling if we do, just find me and I'll find you
Remi holds her as if the wind itself couldn’t pry her away, his chuckle warm and close against her ear as he glances toward the rocky rise she’s pointing at. Dimples deepen as his grin lingers, and without hesitation he angles them that way, wings beating a steady rhythm above the kaleidoscope sea. "Your mother would be proud," he murmurs, voice soft with affection. "You’ve clearly inherited her survival instincts." Makebelieve or no.
The rainbow road gives way to rougher stone, drier and safer, and Remi sweeps them down with a practiced ease. He sets her gently upon the mound where no lava—real or imagined—could ever reach. Ruffling a hand through his curls, his cheeks flushed with the thrill of the game, he tips his head back toward her with a boyish grin. "I think we’re safe up here."
But the laughter eases from his tone for a moment as he looks at her, green-gold gaze steady. "Theea," he says more quietly, careful, "if anything ever did happen—lava or anything else—that stole you away to Mort’s realm…all you’d need to do is call out to me and tell me where you were. I can hear messages from the dead. And Ronin—" his smile softens, pride and certainty all bound together, "—Ronin can bring souls back."
Reaching out, he brushes a dark tendril of hair back from her cheek with the same gentleness as smoothing a page. His smile returns, tender and unwavering. "If we ever aren’t there to protect you, we’ll still be there to bring you back, no matter what happens."
The rainbow road gives way to rougher stone, drier and safer, and Remi sweeps them down with a practiced ease. He sets her gently upon the mound where no lava—real or imagined—could ever reach. Ruffling a hand through his curls, his cheeks flushed with the thrill of the game, he tips his head back toward her with a boyish grin. "I think we’re safe up here."
But the laughter eases from his tone for a moment as he looks at her, green-gold gaze steady. "Theea," he says more quietly, careful, "if anything ever did happen—lava or anything else—that stole you away to Mort’s realm…all you’d need to do is call out to me and tell me where you were. I can hear messages from the dead. And Ronin—" his smile softens, pride and certainty all bound together, "—Ronin can bring souls back."
Reaching out, he brushes a dark tendril of hair back from her cheek with the same gentleness as smoothing a page. His smile returns, tender and unwavering. "If we ever aren’t there to protect you, we’ll still be there to bring you back, no matter what happens."
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.
