the bastion
Maybe I'm a runaway train
Maybe I'm a feather in a hurricane
Maybe I'm a feather in a hurricane
Remi’s smile fades, not with discomfort but with memory. His hand shifts over the stone once more, gentle and sure, like he’s trying to smooth time back into place. "It was worse than shadows," he says quietly, the travelling tongue wrapping warm and lyrical around the words despite their weight. "In the Grounds...death could knock on your door and call out your name. In the voice of someone you loved." He glances at Theea then, expression grave but not hollow. "That was what made it so cruel. It didn’t just take from us—it made us want to open the door, because the hope and guilt of what might be on the other side was too strong to ignore."
But when she wishes she could remember this place as more than ruin, something softens in the set of his mouth. He ruffles a hand through his curls, shaking his head fondly. "When Ronin came back from the dead," he says, quieter now, "the first time I saw him again was right there." He nods toward what’s left of the doorway. "I didn't believe it was him. Wouldn't even let him hold his daughter," he adds with a chuckle. "The first time we kissed again? Right here in the kitchen. I nearly passed out with the surprise of it."
He chuckles under his breath. "After a while, there was laughter again. The trophies we hung up—they weren’t reminders of LongNight anymore. They were keepsakes from hunts with friends, expeditions into the wilds, things we survived together." His voice drifts as if remembering the sound of it—mugs clinking, boots stomping, the crash of someone falling asleep on a pile of furs by the fire. "We had good times here too."
At her answer about joining the guild, Remi grins wide, eyes creasing fondly. "Mmhmm," he hums, her eagerness striking a perfect chord between Vai and Ashe: Wanting to help people and having no fear about how to do it. He nods, emphatic now. "Ronin would love it. I've never seen him happier than when he was just a hunter, honestly."
As for the boggarts, Remi snorts softly. "Too charming, are you? Maybe." His eyes flick around the dense green. "I’ve only seen them in the Hollowed Grounds. Especially in the Labyrinth. But then again, knowing how they are, I suppose I could have seen them elsewhere too and not known." There’s no true fear in his tone, but a quiet respect.
Then, finally, he exhales, gaze tipping back to her with a warmer glint. "As for the secret..." He presses his palm flat to the stone once more. "I started putting together a guest list for our anniversary party..." He glances away briefly. "But the list kept coming up short."
Remi’s voice softens. "So I asked Mort—just for one night—if he’d leave the gates open. So our friends could come. The ones we lost." He glances at her now, more directly. "To make that happen, I need a piece of each place we lived in over the years."
His smile is quiet, proud as he turns to Theea. "Which means once I am done all of this, your grandmother will be there too."And Vanya, if you'll write her <3
But when she wishes she could remember this place as more than ruin, something softens in the set of his mouth. He ruffles a hand through his curls, shaking his head fondly. "When Ronin came back from the dead," he says, quieter now, "the first time I saw him again was right there." He nods toward what’s left of the doorway. "I didn't believe it was him. Wouldn't even let him hold his daughter," he adds with a chuckle. "The first time we kissed again? Right here in the kitchen. I nearly passed out with the surprise of it."
He chuckles under his breath. "After a while, there was laughter again. The trophies we hung up—they weren’t reminders of LongNight anymore. They were keepsakes from hunts with friends, expeditions into the wilds, things we survived together." His voice drifts as if remembering the sound of it—mugs clinking, boots stomping, the crash of someone falling asleep on a pile of furs by the fire. "We had good times here too."
At her answer about joining the guild, Remi grins wide, eyes creasing fondly. "Mmhmm," he hums, her eagerness striking a perfect chord between Vai and Ashe: Wanting to help people and having no fear about how to do it. He nods, emphatic now. "Ronin would love it. I've never seen him happier than when he was just a hunter, honestly."
As for the boggarts, Remi snorts softly. "Too charming, are you? Maybe." His eyes flick around the dense green. "I’ve only seen them in the Hollowed Grounds. Especially in the Labyrinth. But then again, knowing how they are, I suppose I could have seen them elsewhere too and not known." There’s no true fear in his tone, but a quiet respect.
Then, finally, he exhales, gaze tipping back to her with a warmer glint. "As for the secret..." He presses his palm flat to the stone once more. "I started putting together a guest list for our anniversary party..." He glances away briefly. "But the list kept coming up short."
Remi’s voice softens. "So I asked Mort—just for one night—if he’d leave the gates open. So our friends could come. The ones we lost." He glances at her now, more directly. "To make that happen, I need a piece of each place we lived in over the years."
His smile is quiet, proud as he turns to Theea. "Which means once I am done all of this, your grandmother will be there too."
Maybe it's a long play game
But maybe that's a good thing
But maybe that's a good thing
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.
