if you need to, darling, lean your weight to me
Remi approaches from the beach with his arm comfortably looped around Ronin's waist, their steps slow and unhurried as they cross from warm sand onto cool marble. The breeze shifts as they near the Courthouse, salt giving way to the faint sweetness of flowers drifting from the domed garden.
He leans a little into Ronin, curls brushing his shoulder, a quiet smile tugging at his mouth. "At least it looks like it won't rain while we work," he murmurs, amusement threading gently through his voice.
Remi loosens his arm only enough so they can step forward into the garden. The breeze threads through his curls, light catching in green-gold eyes as he takes in the scene, the fountain, the supplies, Flora herself. "Morning," he says with a grin as they step toward her.
He leans a little into Ronin, curls brushing his shoulder, a quiet smile tugging at his mouth. "At least it looks like it won't rain while we work," he murmurs, amusement threading gently through his voice.
Remi loosens his arm only enough so they can step forward into the garden. The breeze threads through his curls, light catching in green-gold eyes as he takes in the scene, the fountain, the supplies, Flora herself. "Morning," he says with a grin as they step toward her.
we'll float away
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.
