REMI
Remi nods, just once. He’s lived in the shattered spaces between grief and want just the same as Ronin, between what is lost and what remains. Three dead children and three slots a year to bring a soul over Mort's threshold. The poetry of it is painful enough to have the Bastion closing his eyes and breathing against the sudden riptide he feels threatening to unsteady him. "Alright," he says quietly, watching as Ronin shifts against the headboard, curling in on himself as though Seren is still there to shield.
His husband—the Fallen and then Dark Star, the Huntsman and now White Knight who has burned brighter and fallen harder than anyone Remi has ever known—suddenly looks so small in his grief. Everything in the Bastion wants to surge forward and drape himself against the Knight, to tuck himself in and around every inch of his husband's body. It isn't fear of death that keeps him from doing so, even though Ronin might kill him at any moment for all he knows, but selfishness. While death would reunite him with their lost children and old friends, gods but the idea of being away from Ronin is enough to have his fingers flinching against the Knight's arm.
"Sometimes I think our immortality is as much of a curse as it is a blessing," he says softly. Cursed to just keep going, to keep living despite the odds.
"We could destroy the Tower in Stormbreak?" It had been the Temple when Aoife died, and although the Knight had been the one to nearly give his life in defending the Temple once upon a time, Remi didn't think he'd be sad to see it fall now.
His husband—the Fallen and then Dark Star, the Huntsman and now White Knight who has burned brighter and fallen harder than anyone Remi has ever known—suddenly looks so small in his grief. Everything in the Bastion wants to surge forward and drape himself against the Knight, to tuck himself in and around every inch of his husband's body. It isn't fear of death that keeps him from doing so, even though Ronin might kill him at any moment for all he knows, but selfishness. While death would reunite him with their lost children and old friends, gods but the idea of being away from Ronin is enough to have his fingers flinching against the Knight's arm.
"Sometimes I think our immortality is as much of a curse as it is a blessing," he says softly. Cursed to just keep going, to keep living despite the odds.
"We could destroy the Tower in Stormbreak?" It had been the Temple when Aoife died, and although the Knight had been the one to nearly give his life in defending the Temple once upon a time, Remi didn't think he'd be sad to see it fall now.
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.
