REMI
the bastion
& my heart ran away with me
Remi doesn’t appear out of thin air the way Isla half-expects; instead there’s the brief flicker of red against the cloudy sky, a small shape cutting neatly through the sea-salt air as it skims along the boardwalk before angling down toward the teahouse. The Rarog’s wings beat faster as it closes the distance, and just as it reaches her side the magic unspools, feathers becoming skin and bone and familiar warmth in a smooth, well-practised shift.
The Bastion straightens into himself beside her, curls left lightly wind-tossed from the flight and cheeks pinked by the effort, his faded chambray shirt carrying the faint scent of salt and vanilla. There’s no jacket, no umbrella, no sign he gave the weather a second thought at all as he leans in without hesitation, one hand sliding around Isla's lower back to draw her near, his mouth brushing a kiss against her cheek with the quiet affection of long familiarity. A soft chuckle follows as he straightens again, sea glass green eyes warm as they search her face.
"I figured if something was wrong, you would have come to the Northaven instead of asking me out for tea," he says with a chuckle, his thumb giving a small, reassuring press at her back as if to underline that he’s here now, regardless of the reason.
The Bastion straightens into himself beside her, curls left lightly wind-tossed from the flight and cheeks pinked by the effort, his faded chambray shirt carrying the faint scent of salt and vanilla. There’s no jacket, no umbrella, no sign he gave the weather a second thought at all as he leans in without hesitation, one hand sliding around Isla's lower back to draw her near, his mouth brushing a kiss against her cheek with the quiet affection of long familiarity. A soft chuckle follows as he straightens again, sea glass green eyes warm as they search her face.
"I figured if something was wrong, you would have come to the Northaven instead of asking me out for tea," he says with a chuckle, his thumb giving a small, reassuring press at her back as if to underline that he’s here now, regardless of the reason.
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.
