[SE] keeping it lit

and my heart ran away with me

Remi’s reply comes with a snicker that brightens the bond with a boyish ripple of affection. Of course it was a compliment, he says lightly, as though there had never been another interpretation worth entertaining. When brunch is mentioned, his agreement is immediate and wholehearted, conveyed in a mental nod so emphatic it borders on theatrical. How dare you, he adds, mock-aghast and smiling into the wind, say nearly all of my favourite things in a single sentence.

As they drift lower, the heat rising to meet them in uneven waves, Remi hums thoughtfully. His gaze slides toward the horizon for a moment, distant and curious, before returning to the jagged smear of flame below. I wonder if it’s this bad in King’s End, he muses as his thoughts drift to Sunjata.

I’m not entirely sure what I can do, he admits honestly, eyes tracking the shoreline where the blaze gnaws hungrily at red growth and pale remains. After a moment, he adds, tentative but practical, I could try pulling water in from the sea—splash the edge of the island, at least, keep it from spreading too far. His gaze flicks toward Ronin, and though the wind steals any expression from the air between them, the comical wince he sends through the bond is unmistakable, equal parts self-aware and hopeful. Is that a terrible idea, do you think?

remi

Styling stolen from Sky (obviously)