REMI
the bastion
& my heart ran away with me
Remi lets out a boyish laugh, rolling his eyes as he leans back in his chair. "You don’t even need to ask," he says easily. "Ronin will be over the moon. I’m fairly certain he already thinks every child in existence is at least partially his responsibility."
But as Isla speaks continues, the humour drains from him in a heartbeat. The offer lands with real weight, stirring old memories he hadn't thought of in years; of a time he'd been the godparent to a child whose parents had both perished, raising her on his own at least until her father had come back from the dead. His expression gentles, eyes warming as he looks at her over the rim of his teacup, and this time there’s no deflection, no joke to buffer the moment. "Oh," he says quietly, then nods once, decisively. "Yes. Of course." There’s no hesitation in it, even if the gravity settles deep in his chest. "I’d be honoured." A breath leaves him, steady and sincere. "And honestly, even if you didn’t ask, I’d act like one anyway."
He reaches for his tea again, sips hastily, and immediately regrets it, the heat catching him off guard. He hisses softly, pressing the back of his hand to his mouth as he sighs through it, clearly offended by his own impatience. When he recovers, his mouth quirks into a smirk as Isla asks after Flora. "She’s good," he says, amusement and exasperation threading his voice again. "Apparently very much in love with Kaisel, and loudly threatening to marry him." He shrugs, lifting his brows. "So far she hasn’t killed Ronin or kicked him off her council, which I’m taking as an excellent sign, and Torchline seems to still be standing, so. All things considered, I think it’s going well."
But as Isla speaks continues, the humour drains from him in a heartbeat. The offer lands with real weight, stirring old memories he hadn't thought of in years; of a time he'd been the godparent to a child whose parents had both perished, raising her on his own at least until her father had come back from the dead. His expression gentles, eyes warming as he looks at her over the rim of his teacup, and this time there’s no deflection, no joke to buffer the moment. "Oh," he says quietly, then nods once, decisively. "Yes. Of course." There’s no hesitation in it, even if the gravity settles deep in his chest. "I’d be honoured." A breath leaves him, steady and sincere. "And honestly, even if you didn’t ask, I’d act like one anyway."
He reaches for his tea again, sips hastily, and immediately regrets it, the heat catching him off guard. He hisses softly, pressing the back of his hand to his mouth as he sighs through it, clearly offended by his own impatience. When he recovers, his mouth quirks into a smirk as Isla asks after Flora. "She’s good," he says, amusement and exasperation threading his voice again. "Apparently very much in love with Kaisel, and loudly threatening to marry him." He shrugs, lifting his brows. "So far she hasn’t killed Ronin or kicked him off her council, which I’m taking as an excellent sign, and Torchline seems to still be standing, so. All things considered, I think it’s going well."
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.
