the bastion
Heavy like a landslide
That's the way my heart beats now
That's the way my heart beats now
Remi’s initial instinct to act flares within him, a tempest of predatory fury that he struggles to contain. The memory of Dahlia’s cruelty and the ease with which she'd attacked him, the fear of losing Flora again, the threat against Mateo, all gnaw at his resolve. Yet Ronin’s words anchor him as much as the feeling of fingers threading through his curls, and while it might be impossibly selfish, the Bastion revels in the reassurance he feels that he doesn't have to go through this alone.
"So we just...stand by? Watch it all happen to everyone else?" Anger blazes in his eyes momentarily, but the underlying pain dims its intensity, replaced by a haunted uncertainty as he remembers the cold shock of hearing Flora's voice in his mind, so casually mentioning that she was dead.
That she'd been murdered.
Remi swallows hard, the weight of his emotions pressing down on him causing additional feathers to appear beneath his husband's hand; his fists tighten, nails digging into his palms as his head shakes, though whether through defiance or ignorance is anyone's guess. Eventually, the wisdom in Ronin’s words begins to pierce through the fog of his outrage. The thought of losing more—of watching his family be torn from him again and again—shines a light he can't help but recognize.
A heavy silence envelops them, then; the only sounds the distant drip of healing water from Ronin's shirt onto the floor, and the sound of their breaths. Remi’s gaze falters, meeting Ronin’s with a mixture of horror and reluctant acceptance as he nods stiffly."We back down," he whispers; the words feel foreign, yet necessary, as they escape his mouth. His hands, once tense and ready to strike, now gently rest on Ronin’s legs.
"So we just...stand by? Watch it all happen to everyone else?" Anger blazes in his eyes momentarily, but the underlying pain dims its intensity, replaced by a haunted uncertainty as he remembers the cold shock of hearing Flora's voice in his mind, so casually mentioning that she was dead.
That she'd been murdered.
Remi swallows hard, the weight of his emotions pressing down on him causing additional feathers to appear beneath his husband's hand; his fists tighten, nails digging into his palms as his head shakes, though whether through defiance or ignorance is anyone's guess. Eventually, the wisdom in Ronin’s words begins to pierce through the fog of his outrage. The thought of losing more—of watching his family be torn from him again and again—shines a light he can't help but recognize.
A heavy silence envelops them, then; the only sounds the distant drip of healing water from Ronin's shirt onto the floor, and the sound of their breaths. Remi’s gaze falters, meeting Ronin’s with a mixture of horror and reluctant acceptance as he nods stiffly."We back down," he whispers; the words feel foreign, yet necessary, as they escape his mouth. His hands, once tense and ready to strike, now gently rest on Ronin’s legs.
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.
