REMI
Remi straightens the moment he spots her, surprise flickering openly across his face before he can smooth it away. He had known, of course—they had talked about it, speculated about what being an Ancient might mean for timelines and pregnancy and changes—but knowing and seeing are two very different things. For half a heartbeat he simply takes her in, the unmistakable curve of her belly, the easy confidence with which she wears it, and then his expression softens into something boyish and bright as she comes closer.
He steps forward to meet her, hands finding her with instinctive care, drawing her into a hug that is warm and familiar while remaining mindful of the life between them. His cheek brushes her hat brim as he chuckles softly, the sound low and affectionate. "You look absolutely radiant," he tells her without hesitation, meaning every word, before easing back enough to look at her properly again.
At her suggestion, he nods easily. "Outside sounds perfect," he agrees, already turning toward the small cluster of tables set along the railing. He pulls out her chair, waiting until she’s settled before taking his own seat across from her, sunglasses pushed up to rest in his hair as he leans in slightly. "So," his eyes drop to the curve of her stomach before lifting back to her face, concern and fondness woven together, "how are things going so far?"
He steps forward to meet her, hands finding her with instinctive care, drawing her into a hug that is warm and familiar while remaining mindful of the life between them. His cheek brushes her hat brim as he chuckles softly, the sound low and affectionate. "You look absolutely radiant," he tells her without hesitation, meaning every word, before easing back enough to look at her properly again.
At her suggestion, he nods easily. "Outside sounds perfect," he agrees, already turning toward the small cluster of tables set along the railing. He pulls out her chair, waiting until she’s settled before taking his own seat across from her, sunglasses pushed up to rest in his hair as he leans in slightly. "So," his eyes drop to the curve of her stomach before lifting back to her face, concern and fondness woven together, "how are things going so far?"
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.
