so fragile yet so devious

and my heart ran away with me

'Come again?' Remi's smile is crooked and his curls damp from the humidity as he picks a path toward where the ascended stands at the edge of the sea. She looks radiant and ethereal, pale and blonde and blue-eyed against the abrupt navy and pitch of the surrounding sky and seascape.

Shirtless—his magic shirt misplaced, or stolen perhaps—Remi hadn't bothered to put anything else on, knowing his wings or a shift would tear it apart anyway. He wouldn't have bothered with pants either, were it not for Cal. "Can I just...say something, before we go?" He asks, skipping over awkward greetings and fleeting hugs, wanting just to get to the core of it. Perhaps he was the only one who felt awkward, but even if Isla didn't or hadn't noticed, he owed it to her to be honest. It had helped immensely with he and Ronin, and though he and Isla weren't together, a friendship was still a relationship worth working on.

remi

Styling stolen from Sky (obviously)