arms give away your need
"Remi--" Ronin's voice raises to something more like it's usual timbre as the Bastion reaches for his bare hand, but before he can jerk away it's too late, and he physically winces to know the cascade of oil-slick grief that will be flooding through all the bonds they share. Shame-faced, the Knight drops his gaze to the bedsheets, still trying to pull his white-knuckled grip away from Remi's. He's barely cognizant of the words the other man is saying, not until the sudden, golden presence of the god of death fills their little houseboat.
Stunned into silence - had Remi just summoned Mort to their home? - he can barely comprehend what the deity is saying at first, clearing his throat and sitting up properly. She should be here, he nearly seethes about Seren, the wound of losing her still too raw for him to accept her presence in Mort's halls, however happy she may be. But then the word infected filters through, and he gently shakes his head.
"That's an ugly term," he says with quiet conviction. "Dahlia didn't infect me, she just made me understand that fighting back against the Family is a lost cause."
Stunned into silence - had Remi just summoned Mort to their home? - he can barely comprehend what the deity is saying at first, clearing his throat and sitting up properly. She should be here, he nearly seethes about Seren, the wound of losing her still too raw for him to accept her presence in Mort's halls, however happy she may be. But then the word infected filters through, and he gently shakes his head.
"That's an ugly term," he says with quiet conviction. "Dahlia didn't infect me, she just made me understand that fighting back against the Family is a lost cause."
tie them up and around me
and play me as you please
RONIN
