the bastion
Happy to perch on Maea's finger, Oria waggled her minuscule fingers as she beamed up at the ancient. If not for Sugar's crooning the little spriggan might have remained, but wanting to get back to her friend she blew Maea a kiss before springing into the air and disappearing somewhere upstairs.
Having expected to have at least sat down before Maea burst into tears—why? because Remi was an idiot, of course—the Bastion found himself inhaling with surprise as he heard her small gasps and felt her staggered breaths against his chest. "Hey, hey—" Instantly wrapping his arms around her and pulling her gently against him—there were times the Bastion forgot his own strength and so he softened erred on the side of caution when around people who weren't his husband—Remi tucked his cheek against the top of her head as his fingers softly smoothed down her pale hair.
"Of course. You're welcome here anytime, Maea." He whispered softly, careful not to touch her skin with his as he continued to softly tease at her hair. If she wanted to touch him and share her emotions that way he'd happily let her, but Remi had learned over the years that not everyone appreciates having their emotions just laid bare for someone to sift through without first being able to explain.
"Whatever it is, it's going to be okay." Was that the sort of thing he was meant to say? Remi wasn't sure, but it seemed like the sort of thing that Ronin would have said, in the moment, so it seemed a safe place to start.
Having expected to have at least sat down before Maea burst into tears—why? because Remi was an idiot, of course—the Bastion found himself inhaling with surprise as he heard her small gasps and felt her staggered breaths against his chest. "Hey, hey—" Instantly wrapping his arms around her and pulling her gently against him—there were times the Bastion forgot his own strength and so he softened erred on the side of caution when around people who weren't his husband—Remi tucked his cheek against the top of her head as his fingers softly smoothed down her pale hair.
"Of course. You're welcome here anytime, Maea." He whispered softly, careful not to touch her skin with his as he continued to softly tease at her hair. If she wanted to touch him and share her emotions that way he'd happily let her, but Remi had learned over the years that not everyone appreciates having their emotions just laid bare for someone to sift through without first being able to explain.
"Whatever it is, it's going to be okay." Was that the sort of thing he was meant to say? Remi wasn't sure, but it seemed like the sort of thing that Ronin would have said, in the moment, so it seemed a safe place to start.
I got a feeling inside that I can't domesticate
It doesn't wanna live in a cage,
A feeling that I can't housebreak
It doesn't wanna live in a cage,
A feeling that I can't housebreak
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.
