we'd play with shields made of stone

REMI

the bastion

Darling, you never could scare me
Set me ablaze like you do

Remi forces a slow, audible sigh as he looks at Isla, becoming all too aware of how one of his hands has balled into a fist while the other remains rigid against her waist. With a quiet murmur of apology, he loosens his grip, leaning into her palm when she brushes a hand across his cheek. "You’re right... of course you’re right. It’s the kind of reassurance he’d once known how to give—when they were closer, more than friends, and the lines had blurred in a different sort of comfort. But that was years ago. So he tries now, awkwardly, uncertainly. Clearing his throat, Remi attempts to roll his shoulders back from his ears, glancing toward the window as if half-expecting a raven to arrive at any moment. "I’m sure Deimos already has something in the works..." he murmurs, thinking that if no word comes before Ronin returns, he’ll ask the Knight to send out a letter. (lol)

Frustration has Remi's body growing stiff once more as he listens; wanting to draw Isla into a fierce embrace, to hold her against him and promise that he’ll fix everything with an easy show of force. It’s the only way he’s ever known to ease nightmares this past few years; through brute strength and unwavering resolve. But this? This is something that even his claws and instincts can’t solve, leaving his fingertips growing numb as his hand twitches at his side, caught between the impulse to protect her and the understanding that violence isn’t the answer here.

"I know you do," he whispers softly, voice tinged with his very particular brand of selfish regret, born out of a desire to just fix. Instead, he settles for simply trying to force his breath to even out. "Did Sunjata say anything else? Did Dahlia have to...continue to keep him infected somehow?"

I'd walk over coals in my bare feet
If that gets me closer to you

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!