the bastion
Heavy like a landslide
That's the way my heart beats now
That's the way my heart beats now
"Yes and no; I remember it, but touching you isn't really making me feel like I'm going to pass out the way it did back then." Weak in the knees, sure, but that had more to do with the overwhelming tang of copper and the way his fingers were growing far too warm from the blood coating them. "Gods, babe, what did you even—" But any further questions tangle in his throat as Ronin’s explanation begins, each word robbing him of breath.
Remi had guarded himself carefully with Isla—making sure too much of his own emotion didn’t spill onto her—but with Ronin, there is no such restraint. Worry flares hot and bright, forcing him to pry his teeth apart from where they’ve ground into jagged points. "He who?" he hisses, voice trembling with an undercurrent of both fear and fury.
The panic that sweeps through their bond nearly staggers him. He clasps the Knight closer, glancing away only long enough to grab a canteen of fountain water. "Oria! Sugar! Grab bandages, more water—" he shouts over his shoulder, the urgency in his tone enough to send the companions scampering to attention. Then his attention is back on Ronin as a tentacle slithers across the floor to pull a chair within arm’s reach. "Sit,"” he instructs softly, though his voice trembles with the wild edge of someone desperate to hold his world together in the face of the horrors Ronin has just revealed.
Remi had guarded himself carefully with Isla—making sure too much of his own emotion didn’t spill onto her—but with Ronin, there is no such restraint. Worry flares hot and bright, forcing him to pry his teeth apart from where they’ve ground into jagged points. "He who?" he hisses, voice trembling with an undercurrent of both fear and fury.
The panic that sweeps through their bond nearly staggers him. He clasps the Knight closer, glancing away only long enough to grab a canteen of fountain water. "Oria! Sugar! Grab bandages, more water—" he shouts over his shoulder, the urgency in his tone enough to send the companions scampering to attention. Then his attention is back on Ronin as a tentacle slithers across the floor to pull a chair within arm’s reach. "Sit,"” he instructs softly, though his voice trembles with the wild edge of someone desperate to hold his world together in the face of the horrors Ronin has just revealed.
Up until the last sunrise
I'll be reaching for you
I'll be reaching for you
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.
