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
Remi laughs at that, the sound boyish and easy enough to lift some of the heaviness from his shoulders, and when he looks over at Isla his smile has lost the defensive edge it had been wearing, turning sincere in a way that reaches the tired lines around his eyes. "You have always been one of the best people to talk to about things," he says, and though the words are simple, there is nothing casual in the warmth behind them.
At her objection, he tilts his head slightly to the side as if the angle alone might deflect the accusation, his curls shifting in the breeze as the stroller bumps gently over another uneven patch of stone. "I am not saying I am unhappy about it," he clarifies. "I just mean that is what the majority of my abilities are geared toward now. I am not sure I could properly take something down without Ronin’s help anymore."
When Isla nudges him, Remi groans as though she has driven her elbow into his ribs with the force of a boulder, one hand lifting briefly from the stroller in mock injury before immediately returning as Calan’s eyes narrow dangerously at the slowing manta ray. The tentacle corrects at once, and Remi sighs through the tail end of his theatrics, his expression softening back into concern. "It just seems...so short-sighted," he admits, and the reluctance in his voice makes it clear he wishes he could find a kinder word and still have it be true. "When she became queen, when she got engaged to Kai quickly, those are all things you can walk away from." With consequences to be sure, but even so. "But this..."
He lets the rest go unfinished, because Isla knows enough about gods and bargains and lifelong consequences to fill the silence without his help. Then, as she bounces her eyebrows and winks at him, Remi raises his own right back at her, visibly trying to stifle his laughter and failing just enough for it to warm his voice. "Lucky for me," he says, rolling his eyes affectionately, "you normally are right about everything so if you think this will all be resolved, I suppose I should just shut up and believe you."
At her objection, he tilts his head slightly to the side as if the angle alone might deflect the accusation, his curls shifting in the breeze as the stroller bumps gently over another uneven patch of stone. "I am not saying I am unhappy about it," he clarifies. "I just mean that is what the majority of my abilities are geared toward now. I am not sure I could properly take something down without Ronin’s help anymore."
When Isla nudges him, Remi groans as though she has driven her elbow into his ribs with the force of a boulder, one hand lifting briefly from the stroller in mock injury before immediately returning as Calan’s eyes narrow dangerously at the slowing manta ray. The tentacle corrects at once, and Remi sighs through the tail end of his theatrics, his expression softening back into concern. "It just seems...so short-sighted," he admits, and the reluctance in his voice makes it clear he wishes he could find a kinder word and still have it be true. "When she became queen, when she got engaged to Kai quickly, those are all things you can walk away from." With consequences to be sure, but even so. "But this..."
He lets the rest go unfinished, because Isla knows enough about gods and bargains and lifelong consequences to fill the silence without his help. Then, as she bounces her eyebrows and winks at him, Remi raises his own right back at her, visibly trying to stifle his laughter and failing just enough for it to warm his voice. "Lucky for me," he says, rolling his eyes affectionately, "you normally are right about everything so if you think this will all be resolved, I suppose I should just shut up and believe you."
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.
