REMI
the bastion
& i feel like i'm naked in front of the crowd
'Cause these words are my diary, screaming out loud
'Cause these words are my diary, screaming out loud
The moment Mort extends the rose, Remi's heart stutters. His breath catches somewhere between his chest and throat, tangled in anticipation and dread, hope and grief, all at once. He reaches out with a reverence reserved only for this—this miracle, fragile and fierce—carefully taking the delicate flower into his hands.
"Thank you," he whispers, and though it's hardly adequate, it carries the weight of all his desperation, gratitude, and love. His gaze lifts briefly to Mort's gentle, knowing eyes, offering silent appreciation, understanding, and respect, before the restlessness stirring beneath his ribs propels him into action once again.
Turning swiftly, Remi moves back toward the houseboat, urgency gripping his chest. His heartbeat is loud in his ears, a sharp rhythm against the distant murmur of waves. The rose is cradled protectively against his chest, a bloom as delicate as his hopes; as powerful as his love for Ronin.
The houseboat door yields under his hand, and he steps inside, gaze immediately scanning the space. He doesn't hesitate, doesn't pause, his voice quiet yet filled with barely contained urgency as he calls, "Ronin?" Because now, finally, they can heal—even if scars remain.
"Thank you," he whispers, and though it's hardly adequate, it carries the weight of all his desperation, gratitude, and love. His gaze lifts briefly to Mort's gentle, knowing eyes, offering silent appreciation, understanding, and respect, before the restlessness stirring beneath his ribs propels him into action once again.
Turning swiftly, Remi moves back toward the houseboat, urgency gripping his chest. His heartbeat is loud in his ears, a sharp rhythm against the distant murmur of waves. The rose is cradled protectively against his chest, a bloom as delicate as his hopes; as powerful as his love for Ronin.
The houseboat door yields under his hand, and he steps inside, gaze immediately scanning the space. He doesn't hesitate, doesn't pause, his voice quiet yet filled with barely contained urgency as he calls, "Ronin?" Because now, finally, they can heal—even if scars remain.
& i know that you'll use them, however you want to
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.
