the victims of ourselves

the bastion

Heavy like a landslide
That's the way my heart beats now

Not long after returning home from the tavern, Ronin had been called away for Hero Duty. What the Knight was needed for Remi didn’t know, only nodding and waving with a slightly disappointed frown as his husband left, having very much wanted to collapse into bed after what had been a disastrous evening. The sudden slamming open of their front door didn’t immediately concern the Bastion as it wasn’t followed by any sort of attuned-emotions that would have suggested the Knight needed help (Remi assumed Ronin simply had his hands full and had nudged the door open too hard), but when the sound wasn’t accompanied by any emotions that he could sense, the Bastion sat up in his deck chair, head cocked.

REMI—

It took a good deal to cause the Bastion to flinch, and though he’d waved his arms to try and draw the attention of a void-dragon earlier that morning, hearing his name said with such revulsion now caused him to do just that. Biting back a wince as he rose from his chair, he hardly made it more than a few steps before coming face to face with his daughter. Holding up his hands as if to placate her, a gesture he was sure would have little effect, Remi softly sighed, shaking his head. "Flora…"

Up until the last sunrise
I'll be reaching for you

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!