REMI
Remi's smile is quick and lacking in optimism. They were just speaking words to one another now, filling the silence with sounds that to anyone else would have seemed perfectly normal, but to Remi's ears just sounded like sad nostalgia for a time when they might have been true.
"Oh?" Raising a brow at her, inviting her to continue if it was the sort of subject they could talk about (and knowing it was entirely possible that it wasn't), he crinkles the skin above his nose as her eyes sweep up the stairs, not needing his empathy magic to know what she was thinking. "I don't like it." He mumbles of the strange architecture.
Trying not to make things awkward and simply letting their legs and hips touch where comfortable, Remi laces his fingers between his knees and shrugs. "I suppose not bad. The Greatwood has been...busy as of late. Before Ronin and I moved in hardly anyone ventured that way, and now suddenly it seems everyone wants to come and visit." With Isla, Remi doesn't bother trying to curb the disdain from his voice or his body language. "But other than that things are alright. I have told all the other lands that we will not be their allies so far as all their conflicts are concerned, so as far as leadership is concerned, things are relatively light."
Pressing his fingertips together, he glances across his shoulder at Isla, her complexion like porcelain, especially in the wintery chill of midnight. "How about you?"
"Oh?" Raising a brow at her, inviting her to continue if it was the sort of subject they could talk about (and knowing it was entirely possible that it wasn't), he crinkles the skin above his nose as her eyes sweep up the stairs, not needing his empathy magic to know what she was thinking. "I don't like it." He mumbles of the strange architecture.
Trying not to make things awkward and simply letting their legs and hips touch where comfortable, Remi laces his fingers between his knees and shrugs. "I suppose not bad. The Greatwood has been...busy as of late. Before Ronin and I moved in hardly anyone ventured that way, and now suddenly it seems everyone wants to come and visit." With Isla, Remi doesn't bother trying to curb the disdain from his voice or his body language. "But other than that things are alright. I have told all the other lands that we will not be their allies so far as all their conflicts are concerned, so as far as leadership is concerned, things are relatively light."
Pressing his fingertips together, he glances across his shoulder at Isla, her complexion like porcelain, especially in the wintery chill of midnight. "How about you?"
honest feelings and bad timing
make the most painful combination.
make the most painful combination.
Code taken from Sky who is utter perfection
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.
