REMI
the bastion
& my heart ran away with me
Remi gives Isla's hand another gentle squeeze, grounding and warm, and even without words the rush of feeling through her is unmistakable to him, blooming in overlapping hues that blur together rather than clash. Relief comes first, pale and luminous, threaded through with something bright and almost giddy, the sort of colour that only shows up when a weight has finally been set down. Beneath it there is still anxiety, darker and more restless, but it no longer dominates the whole canvas, and that alone has him smiling softly at her.
He feels the spike of surprise ripple through her when he voices the thought aloud, and his mouth twists into a faint grimace, shoulders lifting in an apologetic shrug as the realisation lands that this might not have been something she had considered yet, despite being not only a doctor but an ancient. "Errr..." he says, deeply unhelpful, the sound trailing off as he spreads one hand helplessly, brows raised in an expression that is half sheepish and half ruefully honest.
When she tells him to stop talking, he immediately raises his free hand in surrender, lips pressing together as he nods in quick, exaggerated agreement. "Right. Yes. Stopping," he promises, even as the corner of his mouth twitches. After a heartbeat, though, he can’t quite help himself, lowering the hand just enough to add, "But—only if you want—maybe we could go to a shrine and ask Dygra directly? Or," he adds, voice lightening a touch, "I could always bring down Vai? I doubt death has stopped her from learning all about these sorts of things."
He feels the spike of surprise ripple through her when he voices the thought aloud, and his mouth twists into a faint grimace, shoulders lifting in an apologetic shrug as the realisation lands that this might not have been something she had considered yet, despite being not only a doctor but an ancient. "Errr..." he says, deeply unhelpful, the sound trailing off as he spreads one hand helplessly, brows raised in an expression that is half sheepish and half ruefully honest.
When she tells him to stop talking, he immediately raises his free hand in surrender, lips pressing together as he nods in quick, exaggerated agreement. "Right. Yes. Stopping," he promises, even as the corner of his mouth twitches. After a heartbeat, though, he can’t quite help himself, lowering the hand just enough to add, "But—only if you want—maybe we could go to a shrine and ask Dygra directly? Or," he adds, voice lightening a touch, "I could always bring down Vai? I doubt death has stopped her from learning all about these sorts of things."
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.
