maybe i'm a runaway train, maybe i'm a feather in a hurricane
Stretching out a hand for Ronin, Remi is already gingerly peeling Flora away from Jack. The blood between them—and gods but there was so much of it—had nearly glued their clothing together, with Flora's hair having grown so matted that he could hardly see the fatal wound her golden curls were covering. "Hurry." Having no idea how long they'd been flying for, all the Bastion could do was hold his breath and cling tenderly to the bond between he and his husband in order to deduce what was going on without interrupting the Knight.
He could feel as if it was his own hands the way that Ronin reached out for the thin strand of gold, tugging at it as if it was no stronger than gossamer. Only as he felt that thread pulse with a heartbeat that was still far too faint, did the Bastion release the breath he'd been holding, reaching out a hand to tightly clasp his husband's arm. "Gods I love you," he pants, having to quickly sip in another breath, and then another.
Watching their daughter stir, Remi immediately leans forward, reaching out to brush the back of his fingers against her cheek. "You're okay Flora, we're here." That her first word was Jack said about as much as the Bastion needed to hear on the subject of whether or not he was obligated to bring the captain back to life as well. Glancing up as if expecting to see Vai peering through whatever pathway to Mort's realm that Ronin had reached through, her hands on her hips and a brow pointedly arched, Remi sighs softly as he looks to Ronin. She said she would forgive us, he thinks. Given that Flora had been able to see them from above when she'd still been dead, it stood to reason that Jack could as well, and the last thing Remi needed was to have his final moments waffling about bringing the captain back to life used against him.
Reaching into his pocket Remi pulls out a crimson feather gilded in gold. The longer it remained in the light the more it seemed to shine and shimmer, until it practically glowed as Remi laid it over Jack's chest.
Remi has (reluctantly) used his revivify feather on Jack!
He could feel as if it was his own hands the way that Ronin reached out for the thin strand of gold, tugging at it as if it was no stronger than gossamer. Only as he felt that thread pulse with a heartbeat that was still far too faint, did the Bastion release the breath he'd been holding, reaching out a hand to tightly clasp his husband's arm. "Gods I love you," he pants, having to quickly sip in another breath, and then another.
Watching their daughter stir, Remi immediately leans forward, reaching out to brush the back of his fingers against her cheek. "You're okay Flora, we're here." That her first word was Jack said about as much as the Bastion needed to hear on the subject of whether or not he was obligated to bring the captain back to life as well. Glancing up as if expecting to see Vai peering through whatever pathway to Mort's realm that Ronin had reached through, her hands on her hips and a brow pointedly arched, Remi sighs softly as he looks to Ronin. She said she would forgive us, he thinks. Given that Flora had been able to see them from above when she'd still been dead, it stood to reason that Jack could as well, and the last thing Remi needed was to have his final moments waffling about bringing the captain back to life used against him.
Reaching into his pocket Remi pulls out a crimson feather gilded in gold. The longer it remained in the light the more it seemed to shine and shimmer, until it practically glowed as Remi laid it over Jack's chest.
Remi has (reluctantly) used his revivify feather on Jack!
THE LULLABY
maybe it's a long gray game, but maybe that's a good thing
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.
