Let's not get lost in the dark blue
But darling if we do, just find me and I'll find you
But darling if we do, just find me and I'll find you
Remi listens, his expression unreadable at first, save for the subtle tightening of his jaw and the way his thumb rubs absently against the edge of his palm. He lets the weight of her words settle, lets them steep in the space between them. But when she says it—I was about to just become one of them—something in Remi goes very still.
"You were going to infect yourself?" he echoes, quiet but sharp-edged, like the scrape of a knife against stone. "Gods, Isla." His gaze finally breaks away from the horizon to look at her fully, something cold and shaken bleeding through his usual composure. "I know what it is, to love someone so much you’re willing to be ruined for them, but you—" He exhales harshly, dragging a hand through his curls. Out of anyone Remi knew no limits when it came to what he would or wouldn't do to be with his husband, but Isla was not one he'd ever known to be so reckless. "You know what Dahlia could’ve done with you. With your knowledge. With your access. With the people you care about." The implication is unspoken but pointed: Flora. Mateo. Ronin. Even me. All would be easy targets for the Family with Isla's ability to take out the Bastion for good and to cripple the Knight because of it.
"You did the right thing," he says eventually, voice lower now, a little hoarse. "Whatever was going on in Ever’s head when he left, it’s still a thousand times better than what he’d have felt if Dahlia had told him to hurt someone you loved. Or worse—told him to kill you." Remi takes a small step forward, his shoulders tense beneath the thin fabric of his shirt. "You saved him. You saved both of you, even if he can’t see that yet." Even if you can't, either.
He glances down, one hand flexing at his side as if aching to reach for her again. "Don't give up on him yet."
"You were going to infect yourself?" he echoes, quiet but sharp-edged, like the scrape of a knife against stone. "Gods, Isla." His gaze finally breaks away from the horizon to look at her fully, something cold and shaken bleeding through his usual composure. "I know what it is, to love someone so much you’re willing to be ruined for them, but you—" He exhales harshly, dragging a hand through his curls. Out of anyone Remi knew no limits when it came to what he would or wouldn't do to be with his husband, but Isla was not one he'd ever known to be so reckless. "You know what Dahlia could’ve done with you. With your knowledge. With your access. With the people you care about." The implication is unspoken but pointed: Flora. Mateo. Ronin. Even me. All would be easy targets for the Family with Isla's ability to take out the Bastion for good and to cripple the Knight because of it.
"You did the right thing," he says eventually, voice lower now, a little hoarse. "Whatever was going on in Ever’s head when he left, it’s still a thousand times better than what he’d have felt if Dahlia had told him to hurt someone you loved. Or worse—told him to kill you." Remi takes a small step forward, his shoulders tense beneath the thin fabric of his shirt. "You saved him. You saved both of you, even if he can’t see that yet." Even if you can't, either.
He glances down, one hand flexing at his side as if aching to reach for her again. "Don't give up on him yet."
the bastion
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.
