[SE] keeping it lit

and my heart ran away with me

Remi’s grin blooms boyish and pleased. That hardly sounds very White Knight of you, he shoots back through the bond with exaggerated offence, the sulk he puts on entirely theatrical and worn only for Ronin’s benefit. It lasts barely a heartbeat before soft amusement smooths it away. Though I suppose it’s convenient that I can simply replace any health you happen to lose while exerting yourself, he adds, the emphasis gentle and teasing, warmth threaded through every word.

Down here, sight means very little. The water is thick with motion and salt, and Remi can’t truly tell how much good he’s doing beyond the resistance he feels easing and surging in answer to his efforts. If he stops now, though, all that carefully built momentum will collapse into nothing, so he keeps going, tentacles sweeping in broad, patient arcs, drawing the sea up and forward again and again.

When Ronin’s praise ripples down the bond, it sends a flash of satisfaction through him so bright it’s almost laughable, his grin widening unseen beneath the waves. Say that again? Remi calls back innocently, mischief colouring his mental voice as he leans into the next great pull of water. I didn’t quite hear you, he adds, shamelessly angling for the praise a second time, even as another heavy wave surges shoreward at his urging.

remi

Styling stolen from Sky (obviously)