REMI
the bastion
Darling, you never could scare me
Set me ablaze like you do
Set me ablaze like you do
Remi tips his head in acknowledgement, a quiet smile touching his mouth. "Grazie," he replies easily. At the mention of the Grounds, his expression shifts to something thoughtful. "It may be a little while before I go," he admits, glancing briefly toward the horizon as if measuring distances in his mind. "It depends how your father and I find our rhythm once this one is born." A small shrug follows, unbothered but practical. "It would be faster if your sister would allow me to borrow her compass, though I suppose that does not help if you intend to come along with me." Ahh, but they'd figure it out.
The humour fades gently as Mateo’s tone does. Remi’s posture straightens without him fully realizing it, forearms bracing against his knees as he leans forward, gaze sharpening on the plant as though bracing for bad news. When Mateo says nothing is wrong, the tension eases, but only just. Remi listens carefully, eyes moving between the two stems, the swelling buds, the healthy green. He studies them as though he has never seen them before. Two stalks. Two buds. He frowns faintly, head tilting to one side. Plants do this all the time, rarely just growing one bloom.
"So it will be..." he begins slowly, eyes narrowing with concentration, "..stronger?" He glances sideways at Mateo, then back to the sprout, trying to piece together the significance he is clearly meant to understand. It takes him another heartbeat before Mateo’s words finally settle in properly, and even then they do not quite connect. Remi exhales softly, almost puzzled. "I do not understand," he admits at last. "Most plants bloom with more than one flower, don't they? Why would this be—" He stops himself mid-thought, staring again at the twin buds as if willing them to rearrange into a single, simpler answer.
The humour fades gently as Mateo’s tone does. Remi’s posture straightens without him fully realizing it, forearms bracing against his knees as he leans forward, gaze sharpening on the plant as though bracing for bad news. When Mateo says nothing is wrong, the tension eases, but only just. Remi listens carefully, eyes moving between the two stems, the swelling buds, the healthy green. He studies them as though he has never seen them before. Two stalks. Two buds. He frowns faintly, head tilting to one side. Plants do this all the time, rarely just growing one bloom.
"So it will be..." he begins slowly, eyes narrowing with concentration, "..stronger?" He glances sideways at Mateo, then back to the sprout, trying to piece together the significance he is clearly meant to understand. It takes him another heartbeat before Mateo’s words finally settle in properly, and even then they do not quite connect. Remi exhales softly, almost puzzled. "I do not understand," he admits at last. "Most plants bloom with more than one flower, don't they? Why would this be—" He stops himself mid-thought, staring again at the twin buds as if willing them to rearrange into a single, simpler answer.
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.
