the bastion
Remi doesn’t look up immediately as Deimos arrives, but he feels him all the same—the presence settling beside him, the weight of his name spoken with something quiet, something understanding. The words that follow strike deeper than Remi would have liked, even if he knew they were meant with sincerity, if only because his grief felt so bottomless just then. He exhales softly, his fingers brushing against the petals of a marigold before he finally turns his seaglass gaze toward the Sword.
Thank you, he thinks in response; no need to let the Family’s ears reach where they shouldn’t. Straightening, Remi shakes some of the soil from his hands before resting them lightly at his sides, his fingers twitching briefly before stilling. His wings shift against his back, a flicker of restlessness that betrays the exhaustion beneath his steady exterior. Mort has given me a task, he continues, his mental voice low and even. If I complete it, Vi may grant me one of his roses.
Glancing around, the Bastion sighs softly. Easier as it would have been to tend to the graves in Torchline or even in King's End...for something as serious as this I thought Vi might appreciate coming here instead. Cowardly was not a synonym often connected with the god of life, nor was calculatingly cautious. I did think it best not to be alone, though. Hence his invitation to the Sword.
Thank you, he thinks in response; no need to let the Family’s ears reach where they shouldn’t. Straightening, Remi shakes some of the soil from his hands before resting them lightly at his sides, his fingers twitching briefly before stilling. His wings shift against his back, a flicker of restlessness that betrays the exhaustion beneath his steady exterior. Mort has given me a task, he continues, his mental voice low and even. If I complete it, Vi may grant me one of his roses.
Glancing around, the Bastion sighs softly. Easier as it would have been to tend to the graves in Torchline or even in King's End...for something as serious as this I thought Vi might appreciate coming here instead. Cowardly was not a synonym often connected with the god of life, nor was calculatingly cautious. I did think it best not to be alone, though. Hence his invitation to the Sword.
I got a feeling inside that I can't domesticate
It doesn't wanna live in a cage,
A feeling that I can't housebreak
It doesn't wanna live in a cage,
A feeling that I can't housebreak
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.
