REMI
the bastion
What good are hands
if there's nothing that they hold
if there's nothing that they hold
The beach is nearly silent save for the lap of waves and the occasional call of Hels wheeling overhead. Torchline’s sun, bright and indifferent, slants low across the water—still early enough that the air holds a kiss of coolness before the full blaze of LongHeat arrives. Remi sits barefoot on the sand, legs drawn loosely in front of him, a small thermos nestled beside his hip and two delicate ceramic cups placed carefully between his knees.
There’s a kind of intimacy to this stretch of beach, tucked between dunes and half-hidden by overgrown palms. The sort of place where no one looks too closely, and no one asks questions if they do.
Drawing in a breath, the Bastion pours a measured portion of tea into each cup, steam curling upward to mingle with the salt in the air. He closes his eyes, the sun warm on his face, and for a moment—just a moment—he lets everything else fall away. No Family. No Void. No blood-stained promises or whispers of I've died in his ears.
Just this: the sand beneath him, the quiet joy humming beneath his ribs, and the steady thrum of love that has never lessened, not once, in nearly ten years.
"Mort," Remi murmurs softly, a smile tugging at his lips even before the name leaves him. "If you’ve got a moment—I'd like your help with something." One hand gently turns the second cup toward the sea, as if in offering. "Ronin and I are coming up on ten years, and..." The grin that follows is sheepish and utterly unrepentant. "I could use your help to make it as unforgettable as this last decade has been."
Using
Divine Acknowledgement | Can pray to a god from any location (does not have to be at a shrine).
To pray to Mort <3
There’s a kind of intimacy to this stretch of beach, tucked between dunes and half-hidden by overgrown palms. The sort of place where no one looks too closely, and no one asks questions if they do.
Drawing in a breath, the Bastion pours a measured portion of tea into each cup, steam curling upward to mingle with the salt in the air. He closes his eyes, the sun warm on his face, and for a moment—just a moment—he lets everything else fall away. No Family. No Void. No blood-stained promises or whispers of I've died in his ears.
Just this: the sand beneath him, the quiet joy humming beneath his ribs, and the steady thrum of love that has never lessened, not once, in nearly ten years.
"Mort," Remi murmurs softly, a smile tugging at his lips even before the name leaves him. "If you’ve got a moment—I'd like your help with something." One hand gently turns the second cup toward the sea, as if in offering. "Ronin and I are coming up on ten years, and..." The grin that follows is sheepish and utterly unrepentant. "I could use your help to make it as unforgettable as this last decade has been."
Using
Divine Acknowledgement | Can pray to a god from any location (does not have to be at a shrine).
To pray to Mort <3
And what good are hearts
if you bury them all alone?
if you bury them all alone?
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.
