REMI
the bastion
& my heart ran away with me
Remi arches his eyebrows in quiet, delighted challenge, the corner of his mouth tipping up as if to say oh, we’ll see, his expression all adoring skepticism and absolute confidence in being proved wrong in the most entertaining way possible. His gaze follows Ronin’s for a moment, settling on the sight of their daughter wrestling an enormous Tumsea between laughter and determination, and something soft blooms behind his eyes at the sheer rightness of it all.
He glances back to Ronin with a fond huff of amusement. "Just because you win the biggest prize," he murmurs, voice warm and teasing, "doesn’t mean we actually have to take it home. I’m sure there are plenty of children who'd love to take home a prize won by the White Knight."
As Ronin steers them up to the coconut shy, Remi falls into step beside him, their shoulders nearly brushing. His smile for the carnie is polite enough on the surface, but there’s something razor-thin beneath it, the sort of pleasant expression that makes it very clear he is paying attention. He watches as Ronin accepts the rubber balls with an intensity usually reserved for battlefields and collapsing worlds, and Remi has to press his lips together to keep from laughing outright. His gaze flicks briefly toward the stall owner and then back to Ronin, the unspoken hope settling easily in his chest that the carnie is clever enough not to try anything underhanded, not with Ronin taking this quite so seriously.
He glances back to Ronin with a fond huff of amusement. "Just because you win the biggest prize," he murmurs, voice warm and teasing, "doesn’t mean we actually have to take it home. I’m sure there are plenty of children who'd love to take home a prize won by the White Knight."
As Ronin steers them up to the coconut shy, Remi falls into step beside him, their shoulders nearly brushing. His smile for the carnie is polite enough on the surface, but there’s something razor-thin beneath it, the sort of pleasant expression that makes it very clear he is paying attention. He watches as Ronin accepts the rubber balls with an intensity usually reserved for battlefields and collapsing worlds, and Remi has to press his lips together to keep from laughing outright. His gaze flicks briefly toward the stall owner and then back to Ronin, the unspoken hope settling easily in his chest that the carnie is clever enough not to try anything underhanded, not with Ronin taking this quite so seriously.
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.
