the bastion
Heavy like a landslide
That's the way my heart beats now
That's the way my heart beats now
For a man who had been bracing for disaster since the moment he’d stepped foot on this damn island, Remi still wasn’t ready for what was unfolding.
The way the aviator unravelled was violent. It was like watching a dam collapse inward instead of bursting. Not a flood, but a crushing inrush of everything that shouldn’t be let back in. And he felt it, gods help him—through Ever’s shuddering body, through his breath, through the bond still faint and strange but there all the same. "Isla, this is—" Remi starts to say, already adjusting his grip, but then Isla's voice slices through like a scalpel. The tentacles tightened in a controlled, almost surgical motion, pinning the boy in place not to restrain him, but to keep him from breaking himself.
"Hold your breath," he said tightly, not giving Ever a chance to do anything before his hand came up. A practiced strike—not cruel, just precise—landed squarely against the side of Ever’s temple; he felt the shift the moment the boy went slack and gods he hated how easily it was done.
Exhaling harshly through his nose, Remi kept Ever held close, guiding his limp form down into his arms. Wordlessly, he stepped forward to take the bag from Isla, his movements quick but careful, before slinging the bag over one shoulder.
Wanting to say something but knowing there was no time, Remi bit back a half-formed reply and instead shrugged out his wings, before rising easily into the air and flying back toward Haulani.
The way the aviator unravelled was violent. It was like watching a dam collapse inward instead of bursting. Not a flood, but a crushing inrush of everything that shouldn’t be let back in. And he felt it, gods help him—through Ever’s shuddering body, through his breath, through the bond still faint and strange but there all the same. "Isla, this is—" Remi starts to say, already adjusting his grip, but then Isla's voice slices through like a scalpel. The tentacles tightened in a controlled, almost surgical motion, pinning the boy in place not to restrain him, but to keep him from breaking himself.
"Hold your breath," he said tightly, not giving Ever a chance to do anything before his hand came up. A practiced strike—not cruel, just precise—landed squarely against the side of Ever’s temple; he felt the shift the moment the boy went slack and gods he hated how easily it was done.
Exhaling harshly through his nose, Remi kept Ever held close, guiding his limp form down into his arms. Wordlessly, he stepped forward to take the bag from Isla, his movements quick but careful, before slinging the bag over one shoulder.
Wanting to say something but knowing there was no time, Remi bit back a half-formed reply and instead shrugged out his wings, before rising easily into the air and flying back toward Haulani.
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.
