He said "I bet you don't remember me"
Remi rolls his eyes with all the theatricality of a man who very much intends to keep the moral high ground while standing ankle-deep in warm sand and emotional blackmail. "What other kind of hate crime would I be talking about?" he deadpans, emphatically nodding as if to prove his point before adjusting one of the stakes under his arm with a little flick of a tentacle.
Brows rising in mock challenge, he side-eyes Ronin and mutters, "That’s rich coming from someone who’s slept more than half the season away." Another flick of a tentacle as he sighs, already conceding the point before it’s even been argued. "But fine. Heroic signage. Honestly, at this point it’s practically one of your love languages, so I suppose I shouldn't be surprised."
He watches the projection draw closer, the kiss to his cheek soft and familiar, and still not quite the real thing. It was always so strange, knowing that it was Ronin in a way, but staunchly feeling like it wasn't. A tentacle reaches lazily toward it, curling through the projection’s space like he might catch something more tangible, more warm.
With that, Remi drives one of his own stakes into the sand so deep that it would take another demigod to pry it free. "I heard she sent a whole detachment of soldiers to help rebuild Stormbreak," he adds with a small shake of his head, standing and brushing his hands off on his shorts. "Which is great for diplomacy, I suppose. But with all the unrest lately in the Fingers and the docks...might not have been the best season to thin their numbers." His lips purse thoughtfully. "Maybe a few sightings of some tentacled monster in the Fingers will help keep the noise down."
Brows rising in mock challenge, he side-eyes Ronin and mutters, "That’s rich coming from someone who’s slept more than half the season away." Another flick of a tentacle as he sighs, already conceding the point before it’s even been argued. "But fine. Heroic signage. Honestly, at this point it’s practically one of your love languages, so I suppose I shouldn't be surprised."
He watches the projection draw closer, the kiss to his cheek soft and familiar, and still not quite the real thing. It was always so strange, knowing that it was Ronin in a way, but staunchly feeling like it wasn't. A tentacle reaches lazily toward it, curling through the projection’s space like he might catch something more tangible, more warm.
With that, Remi drives one of his own stakes into the sand so deep that it would take another demigod to pry it free. "I heard she sent a whole detachment of soldiers to help rebuild Stormbreak," he adds with a small shake of his head, standing and brushing his hands off on his shorts. "Which is great for diplomacy, I suppose. But with all the unrest lately in the Fingers and the docks...might not have been the best season to thin their numbers." His lips purse thoughtfully. "Maybe a few sightings of some tentacled monster in the Fingers will help keep the noise down."
and I said "only ever other memory"
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.
