REMI
the bastion
Darling, you never could scare me
Set me ablaze like you do
Set me ablaze like you do
The sweep of shadow across the grass is what first draws Remi’s attention, the broad brim of the umbrella above him casting a cool pool of relief against the press of Longheat. He glances up automatically, curls shifting as he tips his head back, and for a fleeting second he assumes it is Flora come to check in on them, the familiar shape of the Sugartide gliding overhead like some indulgent seabird. Pleasant surprise softens his expression almost at once when Mateo’s voice carries across Meadowreach instead, bright and unmistakable, and Remi lifts a hand in greeting, sketchbook balanced easily on his knee.
"Ciao, Mateo," he calls back, the travelling tongue warming the vowels, his smile deepening as his son descends the ladder and drops into the flowers with theatrical flair. He closes the sketchbook with careful fingers before setting it aside, one large hand resting briefly on the pole of the umbrella as if to ensure the shade remains steady over the small, fenced enclosure beside him. "Yes, it is beautiful today," he agrees, gaze sweeping once toward the horizon where the heat makes the air shimmer. "You chose a good morning to visit."
He shifts slightly, gesturing toward the sprout nestled safely within its modest fence, the umbrella angled so that the worst of the sunlight never quite touches the tender green. "We have followed your instructions exactly," he says, pride quiet but unmistakable as he studies the small plant. "shade through the harshest hours, measured watering, no overcrowding of the soil. It looks like it's growing very well to me." His hand drifts absently through his curls before folding across his chest comfortably.
"Ciao, Mateo," he calls back, the travelling tongue warming the vowels, his smile deepening as his son descends the ladder and drops into the flowers with theatrical flair. He closes the sketchbook with careful fingers before setting it aside, one large hand resting briefly on the pole of the umbrella as if to ensure the shade remains steady over the small, fenced enclosure beside him. "Yes, it is beautiful today," he agrees, gaze sweeping once toward the horizon where the heat makes the air shimmer. "You chose a good morning to visit."
He shifts slightly, gesturing toward the sprout nestled safely within its modest fence, the umbrella angled so that the worst of the sunlight never quite touches the tender green. "We have followed your instructions exactly," he says, pride quiet but unmistakable as he studies the small plant. "shade through the harshest hours, measured watering, no overcrowding of the soil. It looks like it's growing very well to me." His hand drifts absently through his curls before folding across his chest comfortably.
I'd walk over coals in my bare feet
If that gets me closer to you
If that gets me closer to you
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.
