Remy’s red devil eyes, shone on the tears that travelled down her face, “petite, Remy din’ mention Burnum to make yo’ cry, din’ yo’ tell me dat no matter where y’are, ‘e always gonna be wit’ yo’? Like the leaves rustlin’ in a breeze, like da bird y’’ear singin’ bu’ never see, ‘e be watchin’ over yo’ petite, be in da air about yo, and ‘e always be right on inside yo’” pulling himself up on his elbows, before he reached out one arm and pointed at her heart, “’eart.”
Watching intently mind you as she pulled her hand back and gazed at her finger, as she said look, Remy was already moving and having himself sitting cross legged on her bed. Sweeping his hair back from his face, he lightly took hold of her wrist, and peered down at her finger, watching with a child like innocence as the flower became full and whole, looking so small and fragile. It didn’t however gross him out, may have if it were a beetle or something working its way out of her flesh, but a flower? No.
When she said the name of the flower and said the that it was a sign of devotion, he grinned a little wider. His eyes were still on the dainty bloom and whilst it was purple anyway, it was stained a slightly deeper red. Now would probably be a ‘let’s be silly moment’ from Remy, as devotion was a big word really as far as emotional attachments went and as he could be highly unpredictable and at times extremely childish, well giggling and repeating the word would not seem all that out of place, but instead he looked quite serious for a few moments.
“Oui.” He stated clearly, “devotion. Devotion, be a strong word petite, be a real good one fo’ ‘ow Remy sees our friendship, never ‘ad me a friend like yo’.” He hadn’t so he was not lying, not that he actually tended to lie to Yindi, just stretched the truth and wrapped it up in nicely woven little tales. “Y’know,” he said as his forehead creased slightly, “Remy don’ ever remember feelin’ like dere be a girl version of ‘im in da world befo’ meetin’ ya.” Which probably only made sense to Remy, but she was like the part of him that had been missing, so not in a romantic way, but a part that had always been around but he’d never found it, and a part that he could share anything and everything with, strange really that the bond was actually with a girl. Actually if one looked at Remy’s life more intently it probably did make sense, as other males were not ever going to be those he trusted too much or too openly.