REMI
the bastion
& my heart ran away with me
Remi lifts a bottle of gin in one lazy hand, tilting it just enough that the light catches the glass as his brows rise above the rim of his sunglasses, the question wordless and offered to both Mateo and Flora alike before he sets it within easy reach of the pitcher, should either of them decide the afternoon might benefit from a sharper edge. Settled back into one of the deck chairs, chambray shirt hanging open thanks to the heat, he's entirely content to let Ronin preside over the cooking.
At Ronin’s mention of Stormbreak, his attention shifts toward Mateo, the faint crease between his brows betraying the concern beneath the relaxed sprawl. He nods once, slow and deliberate, his accent softening his words as he adds his own agreement to Ronin’s caution. "If you need anything at all, we are only a letter or a channel away."t.
At Ronin’s mention of Stormbreak, his attention shifts toward Mateo, the faint crease between his brows betraying the concern beneath the relaxed sprawl. He nods once, slow and deliberate, his accent softening his words as he adds his own agreement to Ronin’s caution. "If you need anything at all, we are only a letter or a channel away."t.
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.
