REMI
the bastion
& my heart ran away with me
Remi lifts his brows at her first remark, not needing to voice the concerns he can already feel threading through her touch, the unspoken please let this not be catastrophic humming there beneath the humour. He exhales softly through his nose instead, letting it pass without argument. She’s right, of course, and they both know it.
When she points out the inevitability of the connection to Tobi—to Finn, to that whole tangled branch of the family tree—his gaze drifts, unseeing, out toward the stretch of sea beyond them. There’s no real link between him and Isla anymore, not like that, but the lines still cross in uncomfortable places, old memories tugging at him with a quiet insistence he doesn’t indulge for long. He swallows it down, steadying himself, and turns back with a small, crooked smile. "Oh, I see," he says, rolling his eyes lightly as a chuckle slips free. "So my job here is just to tell you that everything is okay, is that it? Nothing else?"
As the food arrives, he settles back into his chair and pours himself a generous cup of tea, lifting it immediately and blowing across the surface with exaggerated determination, as if sheer force of will might cool it faster. He nods at her next words, expression boyish beneath the humour. "I won’t tell anyone else," he agrees. Then his mouth quirks, mischief flickering briefly in his eyes. "Especially not Flora." He takes a careful sip, smirking over the rim of the cup. "Gods know she and Kaisel don't need any more ideas."
When she points out the inevitability of the connection to Tobi—to Finn, to that whole tangled branch of the family tree—his gaze drifts, unseeing, out toward the stretch of sea beyond them. There’s no real link between him and Isla anymore, not like that, but the lines still cross in uncomfortable places, old memories tugging at him with a quiet insistence he doesn’t indulge for long. He swallows it down, steadying himself, and turns back with a small, crooked smile. "Oh, I see," he says, rolling his eyes lightly as a chuckle slips free. "So my job here is just to tell you that everything is okay, is that it? Nothing else?"
As the food arrives, he settles back into his chair and pours himself a generous cup of tea, lifting it immediately and blowing across the surface with exaggerated determination, as if sheer force of will might cool it faster. He nods at her next words, expression boyish beneath the humour. "I won’t tell anyone else," he agrees. Then his mouth quirks, mischief flickering briefly in his eyes. "Especially not Flora." He takes a careful sip, smirking over the rim of the cup. "Gods know she and Kaisel don't need any more ideas."
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.
