the bastion
How do I learn my dreams to mold
To lay them bare in the morning cold?
To lay them bare in the morning cold?
Glancing over his shoulder and offering Ronin an entirely adoring smile, for just a fleeting moment things felt like they might be okay. They were all getting too old now to hold onto old grievances, and with apologies and broken noses behind them, perhaps things could go back to some echo of the way they'd been before. Sighing happily, Remi reached for his gin and took a sip, only to nearly choke on it in precisely the same manner as Sunjata.
Turning worriedly toward Ronin as Sunjata's body begins to flicker and flare with white light. Sorrow and gritty surprise shock through the attuned bond in time with the lightning strikes across the Flood's scars leaving Remi to silently wonder if perhaps Vai's death had hit Sunjata harder than they'd thought?
Only to realize that no, it hadn't.
It hadn't hit him at all.
"Fuck." Remi's fingers tighten against Ronin's knee as he stares slack-jawed down at the table, trying desperately to recall the days and weeks that followed the witch's death. "Fuck," he repeated, a touch more eloquently this time before lifting his gaze and looking apologetically across the table. "Gods, I didn't realize you didn't know." He stammers as heat trickles into his cheeks.
"She...it was peaceful for her, at the end." Remi's eyes lower back to the table as his expression flinches with the memories replaying themselves behind his eyes. "She knew how loved she was." Pausing, the Bastion hadn't expected to relive the shock of Vai's death so soon after having seen her, but that didn't stop his throat from tightening around the words which had once been the last ones he'd said to her: I love you, mom.
"By all of us." Remi is quick to add, sniffing surreptitiously and forcing himself to lift his head.
Turning worriedly toward Ronin as Sunjata's body begins to flicker and flare with white light. Sorrow and gritty surprise shock through the attuned bond in time with the lightning strikes across the Flood's scars leaving Remi to silently wonder if perhaps Vai's death had hit Sunjata harder than they'd thought?
Only to realize that no, it hadn't.
It hadn't hit him at all.
"Fuck." Remi's fingers tighten against Ronin's knee as he stares slack-jawed down at the table, trying desperately to recall the days and weeks that followed the witch's death. "Fuck," he repeated, a touch more eloquently this time before lifting his gaze and looking apologetically across the table. "Gods, I didn't realize you didn't know." He stammers as heat trickles into his cheeks.
"She...it was peaceful for her, at the end." Remi's eyes lower back to the table as his expression flinches with the memories replaying themselves behind his eyes. "She knew how loved she was." Pausing, the Bastion hadn't expected to relive the shock of Vai's death so soon after having seen her, but that didn't stop his throat from tightening around the words which had once been the last ones he'd said to her: I love you, mom.
"By all of us." Remi is quick to add, sniffing surreptitiously and forcing himself to lift his head.
If they're still out there then the chasm grows
For all you know, for all you've known
For all you know, for all you've known
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.
