REMI
Remi arrives early, not because he is impatient, exactly, but because waiting feels like part of the symmetry of it all, and he finds himself oddly pleased by that. The teahouse is small and tucked neatly along the boardwalk, its windows fogged faintly by warmth and steam, its doorway shaded by hanging plants that sway lazily in the sea breeze. The hour is just shy of noon, the sky bright without being sharp, and Haulani hums around him in that ever-present way it has; salt and voices and distant laughter braided together.
He leans back against the railing, one heel hooked casually over his ankle, sunglasses perched on his nose to take the edge off the glare reflecting off the water below. A chambray shirt hangs loose over his shoulders, sleeves rolled up without much thought, and he’s opted for shorts rather than pants, in an effort to evade some of the heat. One hand rests along the railing behind him, fingers idly tapping once and then stilling, betraying just a hint of the energy coiled beneath his calm.
He watches the boardwalk rather than the door, gaze drifting along the familiar paths Isla might take, his thoughts looping quietly around the moment ahead. There’s a fond amusement in the shape of it, the reversal and how he'd sent her a letter saying he had news and where to meet him. A small smile tugs at his mouth as he imagines her expression, the instant she will understand why he asked her out for tea rather than simply appearing at her side as he so often might.
He leans back against the railing, one heel hooked casually over his ankle, sunglasses perched on his nose to take the edge off the glare reflecting off the water below. A chambray shirt hangs loose over his shoulders, sleeves rolled up without much thought, and he’s opted for shorts rather than pants, in an effort to evade some of the heat. One hand rests along the railing behind him, fingers idly tapping once and then stilling, betraying just a hint of the energy coiled beneath his calm.
He watches the boardwalk rather than the door, gaze drifting along the familiar paths Isla might take, his thoughts looping quietly around the moment ahead. There’s a fond amusement in the shape of it, the reversal and how he'd sent her a letter saying he had news and where to meet him. A small smile tugs at his mouth as he imagines her expression, the instant she will understand why he asked her out for tea rather than simply appearing at her side as he so often might.
There's a rhyme and reason to the wild outdoors
When the heart of this star-crossed voyager beats in time with yours
When the heart of this star-crossed voyager beats in time with yours
Code stolen from Queen Sky
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.
