shipwrecks

remi When the heart of this star-crossed voyager beats in time with yours Perhaps a touch inappropriately, perhaps romantically, Remi could imagine his son telling a young man or woman he'd brought over that he just needed a minute: ferrying butterflies onto the walls, only then would Mateo be ready to kiss, or whatever else. The image made Remi smile, and perhaps it was no surprise given all the talk about butterflies, how suddenly fluttery his heart felt. "Only one way to find out." Watching Mateo rise, the alchemist sighs as if he were the child and Mateo the grownup. Nodding reluctantly, Remi stands and dusts off his knees. "That is a good idea. I will walk you back and then go out to hunt, how does that sound?" Assuming his son wouldn't mind the company, the pair lazily make their way back toward the houseboat, discussing the different flora they see as they go. ~FIN <3