He said "I bet you don't remember me"
Remi doesn’t bother dignifying the leg comment with words. Instead, he sends a surge of theatrical exasperation down the bond, the emotional equivalent of the I GUESS gif where the guy throws his hands into the air. The steam-warped water around him seems to tremble with his unimpressed amusement.
He nods along mentally at Ronin’s observation, the humour in him dimming into something wry. Mm. It reminds me of when Zariah tried to take over the Grounds, he agrees, voice dry at the memory before a chuckle unfurls down the bond like a warm ripple. Wherever she ended up, I imagine she was rooting for Dahlia the whole time.
When Ronin coils around him, Remi answers in kind; tentacles curling with exaggerated relish, looping around the leviathan like he fully intends to drag him home as an enormous, wriggling trophy. The motion is smooth and powerful, guiding them both upward through the warmer currents, their bodies cutting through the violet-black depths with ease.
As the water lightens, growing brighter and shallower, Remi loosens his grip. When the depth begins to dwindle—too tight for leviathan or kraken—he releases Ronin with a pulse of affection, letting the Knight find his own space while he draws back. The kraken’s shape dissolves, shrinking and folding inward until Remi stands once more in his own body, chest heaving slightly with the shift. Water sheets off him as he wades the last few steps, curls plastered to his forehead until he runs both hands through them, ruffling them back into unruly life.
The humid air clings like a second skin, steam curling around his shoulders as he steps out of the lake and onto the slick stone, breathing in the strange, hot, voidlit cavern. "That way, do you think?"
He nods along mentally at Ronin’s observation, the humour in him dimming into something wry. Mm. It reminds me of when Zariah tried to take over the Grounds, he agrees, voice dry at the memory before a chuckle unfurls down the bond like a warm ripple. Wherever she ended up, I imagine she was rooting for Dahlia the whole time.
When Ronin coils around him, Remi answers in kind; tentacles curling with exaggerated relish, looping around the leviathan like he fully intends to drag him home as an enormous, wriggling trophy. The motion is smooth and powerful, guiding them both upward through the warmer currents, their bodies cutting through the violet-black depths with ease.
As the water lightens, growing brighter and shallower, Remi loosens his grip. When the depth begins to dwindle—too tight for leviathan or kraken—he releases Ronin with a pulse of affection, letting the Knight find his own space while he draws back. The kraken’s shape dissolves, shrinking and folding inward until Remi stands once more in his own body, chest heaving slightly with the shift. Water sheets off him as he wades the last few steps, curls plastered to his forehead until he runs both hands through them, ruffling them back into unruly life.
The humid air clings like a second skin, steam curling around his shoulders as he steps out of the lake and onto the slick stone, breathing in the strange, hot, voidlit cavern. "That way, do you think?"
and I said "only ever other memory"
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.
