and my heart ran away with me
Remi’s response hums back along the bond with fond exasperation, a warm pulse of amusement that curls around Ronin’s words rather than cutting across them. Of course you do, he replies, the mental tone bright and teasing, affectionate enough that the eye-roll it carries feels more like a caress than a rebuke. He angles his wings to match Ronin’s descent, pale feathers catching the light as he glides, the heat of LongHeat pressed back by the sharp, salt-cool rush of air along his skin. I’m fairly sure you’re just very clever about saving yourself time and combining our dates with your patrols. Efficiency disguised as romance, tsk tsk.
As Metacarpal Island resolves beneath them in shades of bone white and smoke grey, Remi dips lower, the smell of smoke and salt tangling together, the flicker of flame reflected briefly in his eyes. He exhales, a quiet sound lost to the wind, and lifts a hand to rake through his curls as he studies the creeping haze along the shore. Do you think we might be able to borrow Sunjata for LongHeat? he wonders, already thinking ahead that the season would be stretching long and merciless before them at this rate.
As Metacarpal Island resolves beneath them in shades of bone white and smoke grey, Remi dips lower, the smell of smoke and salt tangling together, the flicker of flame reflected briefly in his eyes. He exhales, a quiet sound lost to the wind, and lifts a hand to rake through his curls as he studies the creeping haze along the shore. Do you think we might be able to borrow Sunjata for LongHeat? he wonders, already thinking ahead that the season would be stretching long and merciless before them at this rate.
remi
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.
