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 guffaws, entirely undeterred by Isla’s proposed system of accountability. "And here I thought you had lost all that bureaucratic nonsense when you gave up leading the Grounds," he says, tsking under his breath with theatrical disappointment.
When the wind gusts in from the sea and Isla steps nearer, Remi adjusts almost without thinking. His shoulders roll subtly, and a wing unfurls on her side, not with any grand flourish but with the easy instinct of someone shifting an umbrella against the rain. The feathers catch the worst of the breeze, turning it aside before it can cut properly through her coat and scarf, while his tentacles continue their careful negotiations with the twins and their toys.
He hums thoughtfully, glancing from Isla to the path ahead. "Well, I wonder if Deimos could not be convinced to make you something for the cold?" he says after a moment. "It is not the sort of thing I can do any longer, but if Fern and his son are going to be friends..." He trails off with a small shrug, aware that neither portals nor Isla’s wardrobe fall under any jurisdiction he can reasonably claim, but voicing his thoughts just the same.
When the wind gusts in from the sea and Isla steps nearer, Remi adjusts almost without thinking. His shoulders roll subtly, and a wing unfurls on her side, not with any grand flourish but with the easy instinct of someone shifting an umbrella against the rain. The feathers catch the worst of the breeze, turning it aside before it can cut properly through her coat and scarf, while his tentacles continue their careful negotiations with the twins and their toys.
He hums thoughtfully, glancing from Isla to the path ahead. "Well, I wonder if Deimos could not be convinced to make you something for the cold?" he says after a moment. "It is not the sort of thing I can do any longer, but if Fern and his son are going to be friends..." He trails off with a small shrug, aware that neither portals nor Isla’s wardrobe fall under any jurisdiction he can reasonably claim, but voicing his thoughts just the same.
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.
