REMI
then it went dark
Remi’s breath ghosts into something like a quiet laugh, the sound slipping free beneath it all as his magic carries back the shape of Ronin’s thoughts; not words so much as impressions, dark-edged and bright all at once, devotion braided so tightly with threat that it hums like a storm just beneath the surface. His shoulder nudges gently into his husband’s, the touch soft but deliberate, his smile tilting with something fond and knowing as he leans in. "You’re always so sweet when you’re being menacing," he murmurs low and warm, before his lips press briefly to Ronin’s temple.
There’s no hesitation when he turns toward the water, only a small lift of his hand in silent agreement with Ronin’s plan before he steps to the edge of the dock. The harbour stretches out before him, restless and crowded, and for a moment he exhales, the sound quiet, almost thoughtful, before simply tipping forward and diving in—clothes and all—without ceremony.
The cold closes around him in an instant, swallowing the noise of the docks into something distant and muted as he cuts through the water with ease, pushing out far enough that the clustered ships thin and the space opens beneath him. Only then does he sink deeper, the shift taking hold in the dark where there is room enough for it, his form unfurling into something vast and ancient, limbs extending in slow, deliberate arcs as the harbour floor yawns wide below.
Tentacles stretch outward, curling with careful precision rather than force, finding the hulls of boats that sit too close, too carelessly placed. One by one he draws them aside, nudging and dragging them into safer spacing, the movement controlled despite the sheer scale of it, ropes creaking as tension shifts and water churns softly in his wake.
There’s no hesitation when he turns toward the water, only a small lift of his hand in silent agreement with Ronin’s plan before he steps to the edge of the dock. The harbour stretches out before him, restless and crowded, and for a moment he exhales, the sound quiet, almost thoughtful, before simply tipping forward and diving in—clothes and all—without ceremony.
The cold closes around him in an instant, swallowing the noise of the docks into something distant and muted as he cuts through the water with ease, pushing out far enough that the clustered ships thin and the space opens beneath him. Only then does he sink deeper, the shift taking hold in the dark where there is room enough for it, his form unfurling into something vast and ancient, limbs extending in slow, deliberate arcs as the harbour floor yawns wide below.
Tentacles stretch outward, curling with careful precision rather than force, finding the hulls of boats that sit too close, too carelessly placed. One by one he draws them aside, nudging and dragging them into safer spacing, the movement controlled despite the sheer scale of it, ropes creaking as tension shifts and water churns softly in his wake.
& it rained
and rained and rained
and rained and rained
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.
