maybe i'm a runaway train, maybe i'm a feather in a hurricane
It's more or less the life they'd always wanted: more, because it was their very own, finally, in arguably one of the most beautiful (ly secluded) places Caido had to offer. Less, though, for lack of that white picket fence and children playing in the garden that Remi and Ronin had talked about so very long ago.
Better at staying in the moment than he ever had been, Remi shakes off as much of his mood as he can, Remi returns as many kisses as he's given, and sings the praises of the lookout tower. "When you first mentioned it, I thought it was just your dragon instincts wanting somewhere to perch, honestly." Remi admits with a grin.
"Well...maybe on the next run you take...if you see Phoebe, do you think you could ask how long she might need my compass for?" It seemed rude somehow to even think of asking for Ronin's back from Flora after everything that had happened, but perhaps Phoebe no longer needed his. "Pretty please?"
Better at staying in the moment than he ever had been, Remi shakes off as much of his mood as he can, Remi returns as many kisses as he's given, and sings the praises of the lookout tower. "When you first mentioned it, I thought it was just your dragon instincts wanting somewhere to perch, honestly." Remi admits with a grin.
"Well...maybe on the next run you take...if you see Phoebe, do you think you could ask how long she might need my compass for?" It seemed rude somehow to even think of asking for Ronin's back from Flora after everything that had happened, but perhaps Phoebe no longer needed his. "Pretty please?"
THE LULLABY
maybe it's a long gray game, but maybe that's a good thing
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.
