like you'd get your knuckles bloody for me
As Kaisel hops off his back, Remi glances over one shoulder with the weary patience of a parent whose toddler is about to test gravity. His curls are mussed, the corners of his mouth tugging upward despite himself. But when he’s given the ultimatum—the hard way or the harder way—he just blinks up at the younger man, brow furrowing with mild confusion rather than innuendo. He doesn’t even get to answer before the kick lands. The Bastion frowns deeply, more affronted than hurt. "You didn’t even give me a chance to answer first," he protests, tone halfway between scolding and incredulous.
Then, with the sort of effortless grace that betrays exactly what he is, Remi surges upright. One moment he’s kneeling; the next, he’s on his feet, the air stirred by the sudden, powerful sweep of tawny wings unfurling from his shoulders. The movement fills the tunnel with a rush of feathers and sea-salt air.
"You’ll never take me alive!" he declares in a mock-dramatic roar, before turning on his heel to ‘flee’ down the tunnel again, clearly restraining the full power that could have turned his escape into a blur, but still moving with disarming quickness, laughter echoing through the stone as he goes.
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Then, with the sort of effortless grace that betrays exactly what he is, Remi surges upright. One moment he’s kneeling; the next, he’s on his feet, the air stirred by the sudden, powerful sweep of tawny wings unfurling from his shoulders. The movement fills the tunnel with a rush of feathers and sea-salt air.
"You’ll never take me alive!" he declares in a mock-dramatic roar, before turning on his heel to ‘flee’ down the tunnel again, clearly restraining the full power that could have turned his escape into a blur, but still moving with disarming quickness, laughter echoing through the stone as he goes.
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remi
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.
