REMI
the bastion
& my heart ran away with me
Remi follows Isla inside without comment, nodding politely as they are ushered toward the window, though he barely registers the view beyond the glass. Haulani could fall away entirely and he might not notice; his attention is fixed on the Remedy with a focus that is gentle but absolute, the way it almost always is with her. He waits until they are seated, until the server has retreated and the moment has narrowed to just the two of them and the soft clink of cups and menus.
When she starts with you’re my best friend, something tightens low in his chest. That is not how easy conversations begin, and his smile softens into something more careful as he swallows. Without interrupting, he reaches across the table and turns his hand palm-up, offering it to her in quiet invitation rather than insistence, knowing what it would mean for her to take it, but wanting to offer just the same. "Whatever it is," he begins gently, voice low and steady, "it will be alri—"
And then she says it. A baby.
The word lands like a wave breaking clean over his head. Remi’s sea-glass eyes widen before he can stop them, surprise written plainly across his face as his jaw parts in disbelief, breath catching somewhere between shock and awe. For a fraction of a second he simply stares at her, too stunned to do anything more than breathe. "It—it will be okay," he says immediately, and of course it would be okay, he knows that even as his thoughts scramble, but—a baby? A laugh slips out of him under his breath, soft and apologetic, more reflex than humour, as he drags a hand briefly through his curls.
"That’s...Isla, that’s.." He exhales, shaking his head with a stunned smile that is already warming into something brighter. "Congratulations," he adds quickly, sincerely, affection threading easily through the surprise. After a moment, his brow lifts just slightly, curiosity and careful concern mingling there as he tilts his head. "I didn’t realise you and Everest had been trying," he admits, eyes searching her face, waiting gently for her to confirm that the baby was indeed Ever's.
When she starts with you’re my best friend, something tightens low in his chest. That is not how easy conversations begin, and his smile softens into something more careful as he swallows. Without interrupting, he reaches across the table and turns his hand palm-up, offering it to her in quiet invitation rather than insistence, knowing what it would mean for her to take it, but wanting to offer just the same. "Whatever it is," he begins gently, voice low and steady, "it will be alri—"
And then she says it. A baby.
The word lands like a wave breaking clean over his head. Remi’s sea-glass eyes widen before he can stop them, surprise written plainly across his face as his jaw parts in disbelief, breath catching somewhere between shock and awe. For a fraction of a second he simply stares at her, too stunned to do anything more than breathe. "It—it will be okay," he says immediately, and of course it would be okay, he knows that even as his thoughts scramble, but—a baby? A laugh slips out of him under his breath, soft and apologetic, more reflex than humour, as he drags a hand briefly through his curls.
"That’s...Isla, that’s.." He exhales, shaking his head with a stunned smile that is already warming into something brighter. "Congratulations," he adds quickly, sincerely, affection threading easily through the surprise. After a moment, his brow lifts just slightly, curiosity and careful concern mingling there as he tilts his head. "I didn’t realise you and Everest had been trying," he admits, eyes searching her face, waiting gently for her to confirm that the baby was indeed Ever's.
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.
