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 flinches at her don’t, the sound brittle and raw enough to stop him in his tracks. He doesn’t move closer this time. He doesn’t even breathe for a second, just watches her fingers fret at her skirts like she’s trying to unravel herself from the outside in. Still, when she says someone I loved, his eyes narrow faintly, the echo of the word catching between his ribs.
"Loved?”" he repeats, voice softer now, like the word itself is something fragile that might fall apart if he touches it wrong. "Is it past tense already, then?" There’s no accusation behind it, only quiet heartbreak and the tiniest trace of disbelief.
As Isla lifts her gaze, rimmed red and full of things she won’t say, Remi’s hands curl into loose fists at his sides, not in anger but helplessness. He’s the Bastion, a shield made by Mort, and yet all his strength feels utterly useless here. There’s no battle to fight, no damage to absorb, no void monster to kill. Just Isla; cracking down the middle in a way he doesn’t know how to hold.
Remi's jaw tightens as he drags a hand over his face, exhaling shakily. "But Ever—has he said that? That he doesn’t want to be near you?" Remi’s gaze holds hers, boyish but strong. "Or are you deciding that for him before he’s had the chance to speak for himself?" Whether or not Everest was capable of speaking for himself was another matter entirely.
"Loved?”" he repeats, voice softer now, like the word itself is something fragile that might fall apart if he touches it wrong. "Is it past tense already, then?" There’s no accusation behind it, only quiet heartbreak and the tiniest trace of disbelief.
As Isla lifts her gaze, rimmed red and full of things she won’t say, Remi’s hands curl into loose fists at his sides, not in anger but helplessness. He’s the Bastion, a shield made by Mort, and yet all his strength feels utterly useless here. There’s no battle to fight, no damage to absorb, no void monster to kill. Just Isla; cracking down the middle in a way he doesn’t know how to hold.
Remi's jaw tightens as he drags a hand over his face, exhaling shakily. "But Ever—has he said that? That he doesn’t want to be near you?" Remi’s gaze holds hers, boyish but strong. "Or are you deciding that for him before he’s had the chance to speak for himself?" Whether or not Everest was capable of speaking for himself was another matter entirely.
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.
