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 gives Isla a boyish smile, because after all their years of friendship and all the stranger shapes that friendship has taken, the fact that she is not wrong has never once prevented him from being a little obstinate about it. He rolls his eyes as she explains what being on his side actually means, then lifts his brows with all the wounded sincerity he can summon. "Well, clearly that is where you are wrong."
Carlo’s squawk cuts through the air with enough force to draw Remi’s attention down at once, and whatever paternal principles he might have been pretending to possess dissolve instantly. The tentacle holding the star-bell yields it back toward the baby with careful resignation, letting Carlo get his hands around it while still maintaining just enough control to keep the whole thing from disappearing directly into his mouth. Remi watches this delicate compromise for half a second before glancing back to Isla with a knowing little smirk.
"I will clear my entire schedule if you want to go out on the town," he says dryly, because he knows well enough that Isla and Everest painting the town red is likely to involve dinner, one carefully chosen drink, and both of them being home at a sensible hour.
As she speaks of Fern and the lack of nearby children, his expression shifts into something more thoughtful. He hums to himself, eyes briefly following the movement of a few pedestrians crossing ahead of them before returning to the path. "Mm. Yes, Halo is far," he says, his voice casual at first. "You know, I wonder if it would ever be worth trying to get the portals that the Voice made back up and running." He glances sidelong at Isla. "They were awfully convenient to have."
Carlo’s squawk cuts through the air with enough force to draw Remi’s attention down at once, and whatever paternal principles he might have been pretending to possess dissolve instantly. The tentacle holding the star-bell yields it back toward the baby with careful resignation, letting Carlo get his hands around it while still maintaining just enough control to keep the whole thing from disappearing directly into his mouth. Remi watches this delicate compromise for half a second before glancing back to Isla with a knowing little smirk.
"I will clear my entire schedule if you want to go out on the town," he says dryly, because he knows well enough that Isla and Everest painting the town red is likely to involve dinner, one carefully chosen drink, and both of them being home at a sensible hour.
As she speaks of Fern and the lack of nearby children, his expression shifts into something more thoughtful. He hums to himself, eyes briefly following the movement of a few pedestrians crossing ahead of them before returning to the path. "Mm. Yes, Halo is far," he says, his voice casual at first. "You know, I wonder if it would ever be worth trying to get the portals that the Voice made back up and running." He glances sidelong at Isla. "They were awfully convenient to have."
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.
