the bastion
Heavy like a landslide
That's the way my heart beats now
That's the way my heart beats now
Remi watches the Captain the whole time, wings shifting just enough to keep the wind from dragging him sideways. And while Remi is tempted—achingly tempted—to say something sharp about how well Flora is doing now, or how little Torchline mourned Jack’s irish-exit, he swallows the impulse. The last thing he wants is to give the man any reason to drift back into Flora's life with irritation stoked fresh.
When Jack steps back with that insincere little bow, Remi lowers himself to one knee beside the roots. "Much obliged," he murmurs, letting his talons lengthen again to dig out a piece of the plant Mateo can propagate later. The soil is damp and cold against his fingers as he frees the cluster without damaging the stalk of the plant.
Without bothering to stand, Remi glances up at Jack, expression unreadable beneath the faint pull of wind across his curls. There’s no sense in offering a farewell he doesn’t mean; and no reason to offer one at all, given they hadn’t bothered with a greeting. And so, with the roots secure in his pouch, Remi simply lets the air fold around him and he vanishes into nothing.
Remi uses Magic: On my head be it | Can teleport to anyone who could kill him via his passive magic.
Type: Grey | Rank: Mastered | Cost: Action
Magic: Immortality: Immortal | Will not die from a lethal blow, unless it is from someone who loves him/he loves.
~FIN
When Jack steps back with that insincere little bow, Remi lowers himself to one knee beside the roots. "Much obliged," he murmurs, letting his talons lengthen again to dig out a piece of the plant Mateo can propagate later. The soil is damp and cold against his fingers as he frees the cluster without damaging the stalk of the plant.
Without bothering to stand, Remi glances up at Jack, expression unreadable beneath the faint pull of wind across his curls. There’s no sense in offering a farewell he doesn’t mean; and no reason to offer one at all, given they hadn’t bothered with a greeting. And so, with the roots secure in his pouch, Remi simply lets the air fold around him and he vanishes into nothing.
Remi uses Magic: On my head be it | Can teleport to anyone who could kill him via his passive magic.
Type: Grey | Rank: Mastered | Cost: Action
Magic: Immortality: Immortal | Will not die from a lethal blow, unless it is from someone who loves him/he loves.
~FIN
Up until the last sunrise
I'll be reaching for you
I'll be reaching for you
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.
