REMI
Lifting his eyebrows—there's no denying the exhaustion that has been writ clearly on their daughter's face ever since she came back from the Greatwood—the Bastion can only sigh and lean his cheek against one shoulder. It had been years since the three of them had been like this, though in those day there would have been another body pressed between theirs, and gods if that doesn't bend the Bastion's ear to the arguments the Valkyrie is trying to impress upon him.
"Creations?" Remi's accent collides with the sarcasm he wraps around the word as he too wrinkles his nose."Horrors, I'd call them." He mutters under his breath before shaking his head. "After the festival, I doubt if anyone thinks she is dead." Anyone who still believed that Jack and Flora had remained dead were quickly cured of that belief when the pair had arrived at the festival very much alive, if not still worse for wear.
Undoubtedly someone like Ronin would have picked up on the tells far sooner, but having never been the clever one and still too overwhelmed by the sound of Flora's voice in his mind telling him that she had died, Remi missed it. "Explain what to her? That what isn't dangerous?" He wonders in a tone nearly as mild, thinking perhaps Hotaru meant for Flora to hide away in the refuge as she should have done during the last war.
What might have been a compliment is heard as an accusation—I'm not you—such that Remi feels himself wince before shifting uncomfortably in the bed. Looking toward Flora, the Bastion bites hard at the inside of his cheek, wondering how it was the mother of his child thought that he didn't care. Her tears seemed evidence of that, and as she makes her plea again, it was all he can do not to scrub his palms across his face and rake his fingers into his curls. "She knows, Hotaru." Remi whispers gently, his feathers splaying like fingers across her shoulder. "I...used my last revivify feather to bring Jack back, but I am sure I can find another.." That combined with the powers at his and Ronin's disposal, they could continue to cheat death anytime their children needed it.
"Creations?" Remi's accent collides with the sarcasm he wraps around the word as he too wrinkles his nose."Horrors, I'd call them." He mutters under his breath before shaking his head. "After the festival, I doubt if anyone thinks she is dead." Anyone who still believed that Jack and Flora had remained dead were quickly cured of that belief when the pair had arrived at the festival very much alive, if not still worse for wear.
Undoubtedly someone like Ronin would have picked up on the tells far sooner, but having never been the clever one and still too overwhelmed by the sound of Flora's voice in his mind telling him that she had died, Remi missed it. "Explain what to her? That what isn't dangerous?" He wonders in a tone nearly as mild, thinking perhaps Hotaru meant for Flora to hide away in the refuge as she should have done during the last war.
What might have been a compliment is heard as an accusation—I'm not you—such that Remi feels himself wince before shifting uncomfortably in the bed. Looking toward Flora, the Bastion bites hard at the inside of his cheek, wondering how it was the mother of his child thought that he didn't care. Her tears seemed evidence of that, and as she makes her plea again, it was all he can do not to scrub his palms across his face and rake his fingers into his curls. "She knows, Hotaru." Remi whispers gently, his feathers splaying like fingers across her shoulder. "I...used my last revivify feather to bring Jack back, but I am sure I can find another.." That combined with the powers at his and Ronin's disposal, they could continue to cheat death anytime their children needed it.
Who are you? They ask. Death?
Sometimes... I say. But not today
Sometimes... I say. But not today
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.
