the bastion
Heavy like a landslide
That's the way my heart beats now
That's the way my heart beats now
"Wouldn't be the first time, I suppose." Remi mutters, voice low as he forces a wan smile before sinking down onto his knees, his fingers pressing gently along the edges of Ronin's wound to expose it to the healing water as he tipped the canteen upside down. Though the Bastion’s hand is steady, the anger beneath that surface glitters in his eyes like sharpened sea glass. Every muscle along his jaw flexes and relaxes in turn, as if he’s trying to bite back both curses and promises of violence. He can do little to stop the feathers that appear in his curls nor the way his body threatens to twist and shift into an entirely more bestial shape.
"She threatened our children," Remi murmurs in a tone too level, too calm, to be anything but deadly. The water cascading over Ronin’s wound holds the faint shimmer of magic and Remi forces himself to focus on that more than the hammering of his pulse or the way the copper tang of blood in the air has his stomach rolling. His gaze flickers to Sugar’s offerings on the table and back to Ronin’s face, hands still resting lightly on the Knight’s legs. "Let me bandage you, then we can figure out—" Everything. Their next steps, both in terms of the Family and getting to the fountain. Whether it was safer for Mateo in Torchline, or back in Stormbreak. What the fuck they were going to do next.
"Ronin, why..." Remi's breath hitches, teeth pressing against his lower lip. "..why didn't you call me?" It wasn't an accusation, and gods knew that the Knight likely had a reason, but for the life of him the Bastion couldn't imagine what it might be.
"She threatened our children," Remi murmurs in a tone too level, too calm, to be anything but deadly. The water cascading over Ronin’s wound holds the faint shimmer of magic and Remi forces himself to focus on that more than the hammering of his pulse or the way the copper tang of blood in the air has his stomach rolling. His gaze flickers to Sugar’s offerings on the table and back to Ronin’s face, hands still resting lightly on the Knight’s legs. "Let me bandage you, then we can figure out—" Everything. Their next steps, both in terms of the Family and getting to the fountain. Whether it was safer for Mateo in Torchline, or back in Stormbreak. What the fuck they were going to do next.
"Ronin, why..." Remi's breath hitches, teeth pressing against his lower lip. "..why didn't you call me?" It wasn't an accusation, and gods knew that the Knight likely had a reason, but for the life of him the Bastion couldn't imagine what it might be.
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.
