REMI
Remi’s answering laugh is soft and a touch wry, his head tipping as he shrugs one shoulder. "It only took me ten years," he agrees with a crooked smile, as though the length of time is both absurd and entirely fitting. At her mention of twins, his brows lift and he nods along, amused despite himself. "Mmm, she also managed to get herself thrown in jail while she was pregnant," he adds dryly. "If you decide to follow in her footsteps, I can certainly help with that part at least."
When Isla’s chair scrapes back, his eyes widen in immediate alarm, concern flashing bright and instinctive, but quickly he's rising as well, arms already coming around her. He bends as much as he can to accommodate her belly, drawing her in with careful strength, a delighted, breathy "thank you" murmured into her hair before he eases back again. Settling into his seat once more, he looks up at her with a smile that refuses to be anything but pleased, all edges softened.
"In a way," he says thoughtfully, fingers absently brushing at the stubble along his jaw, "it is because of you. When I told Ronin about your news, it made us stop and think. Properly think, and we realized that perhaps another child was not as impossible as we had assumed."
A dramatic groan follows, his head tipping back briefly. "Of course, we had to have the idea approved by Mateo and Flora first," he says, rolling his eyes with fond resignation. "They made us work for it, naturally, but by the end they seemed rather excited." His hand drifts to his cheek again, scratching lightly as he searches for the right words. "There is now a small section cordoned off from the High-Land cows in King’s End where a...plant?" He wrinkles his nose, clearly unconvinced by the term. "Is growing. Neither of us is entirely sure how it works, but it seems to have taken, so..."
When Isla’s chair scrapes back, his eyes widen in immediate alarm, concern flashing bright and instinctive, but quickly he's rising as well, arms already coming around her. He bends as much as he can to accommodate her belly, drawing her in with careful strength, a delighted, breathy "thank you" murmured into her hair before he eases back again. Settling into his seat once more, he looks up at her with a smile that refuses to be anything but pleased, all edges softened.
"In a way," he says thoughtfully, fingers absently brushing at the stubble along his jaw, "it is because of you. When I told Ronin about your news, it made us stop and think. Properly think, and we realized that perhaps another child was not as impossible as we had assumed."
A dramatic groan follows, his head tipping back briefly. "Of course, we had to have the idea approved by Mateo and Flora first," he says, rolling his eyes with fond resignation. "They made us work for it, naturally, but by the end they seemed rather excited." His hand drifts to his cheek again, scratching lightly as he searches for the right words. "There is now a small section cordoned off from the High-Land cows in King’s End where a...plant?" He wrinkles his nose, clearly unconvinced by the term. "Is growing. Neither of us is entirely sure how it works, but it seems to have taken, so..."
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.
