REMI
Remi’s grin comes easily, fond and unabashed. "I learned from the very best," he says lightly, the affection for Ronin threaded so naturally through the words that it barely needs naming. At Isla's description of clumsiness, though, his expression shifts into thoughtful concern, head tipping as he considers it. "I confess I do not know much about pregnancy beyond watching it happen," he admits, brows knitting briefly. "When Hotaru was expecting, I used to take her places in dreams, just to let her feel like herself again." He pauses, then, shrugging apologetically for no longer having the ability to offer to Isla.
He recovers with a soft snicker, shoulders lifting as he meets her gaze again. "Well," he adds, chuckling, "even then." Mancolds were, more or less, almost always a matter of life or death.
As the server approaches, Remi settles back into his chair, his blush faint but present as he orders himself an iced tea with extra ice. Then as Isla asks how he's been, the colour deepens in his cheeks at once, and he drags his fingers absently through his curls, letting out a quiet huff of nervous laughter before he can stop himself. "I wonder if this is how you felt," he murmurs under his breath, almost to himself. Clearing his throat, he straightens, sea-glass eyes bright and suddenly vulnerable as they lift back to her. "Ronin and I are..." He pauses, joy catching there like a held breath, impossible to rush. "...we are also expecting a baby."
He recovers with a soft snicker, shoulders lifting as he meets her gaze again. "Well," he adds, chuckling, "even then." Mancolds were, more or less, almost always a matter of life or death.
As the server approaches, Remi settles back into his chair, his blush faint but present as he orders himself an iced tea with extra ice. Then as Isla asks how he's been, the colour deepens in his cheeks at once, and he drags his fingers absently through his curls, letting out a quiet huff of nervous laughter before he can stop himself. "I wonder if this is how you felt," he murmurs under his breath, almost to himself. Clearing his throat, he straightens, sea-glass eyes bright and suddenly vulnerable as they lift back to her. "Ronin and I are..." He pauses, joy catching there like a held breath, impossible to rush. "...we are also expecting a baby."
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.
