if you need to, darling, lean your weight to me
Remi can’t help the way his expression softens as he watches Ronin work, affection easing through every line of his posture. The boy’s relieved gasp, the way he clings to Ronin, the bright innocence of his question; Remi drinks it in with a warmth that glows low in his chest. A gentle pulse of adoration threads through the Attuned bond, steady and unmistakable, a wordless you’re wonderful sent directly to his husband.
Turning back to Flora, he nods once, decisive and ready. "Can do." One tentacle curls toward the jar of salt, lifting it with surprising gentleness before deftly twisting the lid open. Remi tips the jar and sprinkles the salt in sweeping arcs across the fountain’s surface, the crystals catching the light like tiny sparks as they fall. His other tentacles shift in smooth, controlled motions, stirring the water in careful currents that chase the salt outward into every corner.
Remi dumps in the salt and stirs the water with his tentacles!
Turning back to Flora, he nods once, decisive and ready. "Can do." One tentacle curls toward the jar of salt, lifting it with surprising gentleness before deftly twisting the lid open. Remi tips the jar and sprinkles the salt in sweeping arcs across the fountain’s surface, the crystals catching the light like tiny sparks as they fall. His other tentacles shift in smooth, controlled motions, stirring the water in careful currents that chase the salt outward into every corner.
Remi dumps in the salt and stirs the water with his tentacles!
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.
