Let's not get lost in the dark blue
But darling if we do, just find me and I'll find you
But darling if we do, just find me and I'll find you
Deepfrost in Haulani is winter only by Torchline’s standards, the air brisk enough to make people tug sleeves over their hands while the sea breeze still carries salt, warmth, and the smell of coffee from the nearest stall. Remi walks slowly through the town with Carlo and Calan tucked into their stroller, both boys bundled lightly beneath thin blankets, both of them wearing the grave, uncertain expressions of babies deciding whether to cause a fuss. Remi is doing his best to make sure they decide otherwise.
Two tentacles curl carefully into the stroller, one ringing a tiny star-shaped bell while the other makes a soft cloth manta ray bob and swoop above them. The motions are gentle because Remi has learned that keeping twins entertained is less like parenting and more like disarming a trap that might begin screaming at any moment. "Mm, I know," he murmurs, tucking a loose blanket edge back around Calan with one hand while still pushing the stroller with the other.
Carlo’s mouth wobbles dangerously, and the bell gives a quick, bright jingle overhead. Calan kicks once, nearly freeing himself from the blanket, and the manta ray dips at once as if in apology. He had written to Isla earlier to ask if she might join him for a walking coffee date, though he's wondering if that wasn't a bit ambitious of him, to suggest they test the patiences of three newborns.
Two tentacles curl carefully into the stroller, one ringing a tiny star-shaped bell while the other makes a soft cloth manta ray bob and swoop above them. The motions are gentle because Remi has learned that keeping twins entertained is less like parenting and more like disarming a trap that might begin screaming at any moment. "Mm, I know," he murmurs, tucking a loose blanket edge back around Calan with one hand while still pushing the stroller with the other.
Carlo’s mouth wobbles dangerously, and the bell gives a quick, bright jingle overhead. Calan kicks once, nearly freeing himself from the blanket, and the manta ray dips at once as if in apology. He had written to Isla earlier to ask if she might join him for a walking coffee date, though he's wondering if that wasn't a bit ambitious of him, to suggest they test the patiences of three newborns.
the bastion
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.
