& my heart ran away from me
Remi walks easily beside Ronin, his curls already growing damp and unruly in the sticky air. The coat he’s thrown on is light but well-worn, the sleeves pushed up to his elbows as if to pretend it helps with the heat rolling off the molten earth. Every so often he glances toward the blackened shoreline where the steam rises like ghostly fingers, scanning for any sign of movement, mud or otherwise.
"Given how much it’s been raining, I’m not surprised," he admits, his tone even but thoughtful. "If the cliffs have been giving way, all that runoff has to end up somewhere." His gaze drifts toward the glowing vents below, sea green eyes reflecting the flare of light that comes from beneath the surface. "Hopefully it’s just mud, and not something more volcanic."
When Ronin’s voice softens with mischief, the mention of Kaisel draws a sharp bark of laughter from Remi; sudden and genuine, ringing bright against the low hiss of steam. He glances sidelong at his husband, mouth curved into a grin that’s all surprise and fond disbelief. "It sure is," he concedes, shaking his head as if still processing it. "I know he’s about Flora’s age, but—" his expression twists into a faint grimace, "does he seem young to you?"
He pauses, squinting into the fog ahead as though Kaisel might appear there on cue, youthful grin and all. "Not that it’s a bad thing," he adds quickly, hands sliding deeper into his pockets. Given that Flora's former lovers had mostly been their age or older, Kaisel was a bit of relief in some ways. "Just...different. It feels strange seeing her with someone who still looks like they can pull an all-nighter without consequences."
"Given how much it’s been raining, I’m not surprised," he admits, his tone even but thoughtful. "If the cliffs have been giving way, all that runoff has to end up somewhere." His gaze drifts toward the glowing vents below, sea green eyes reflecting the flare of light that comes from beneath the surface. "Hopefully it’s just mud, and not something more volcanic."
When Ronin’s voice softens with mischief, the mention of Kaisel draws a sharp bark of laughter from Remi; sudden and genuine, ringing bright against the low hiss of steam. He glances sidelong at his husband, mouth curved into a grin that’s all surprise and fond disbelief. "It sure is," he concedes, shaking his head as if still processing it. "I know he’s about Flora’s age, but—" his expression twists into a faint grimace, "does he seem young to you?"
He pauses, squinting into the fog ahead as though Kaisel might appear there on cue, youthful grin and all. "Not that it’s a bad thing," he adds quickly, hands sliding deeper into his pockets. Given that Flora's former lovers had mostly been their age or older, Kaisel was a bit of relief in some ways. "Just...different. It feels strange seeing her with someone who still looks like they can pull an all-nighter without consequences."
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.
