ghosts and devils come calling

Oh if time is a river lets be stones underwater

The air around them feels thinner somehow, like the Tower's collapse had sent a shockwave straight through the sky and sucked the breath from it. Remi doesn’t speak at first, his mind whiplashing between the past and present, standing in the rubble of a broken Stormbreak all over again, blood on the stones, his husband having nearly died from another enemy who wanted to take over. The only difference now is that the enemy is inside the building and calling it a renovation.

His hands curl into fists against Ronin’s chest before he exhales a curt nod, jaw feathering with tension. "If the next level’s water, it makes sense for Sunjata to be there," he murmurs, and there’s a hollow sort of practicality to it. "Maybe Sah too. He’s an elementalist if I remember correctly..." Remi trails off, his throat bobbing with the weight of what he doesn't say.

"Fuck," he mutters, low and caged and furious, the word spat more to the ocean than to Ronin. "Do you think Flora would stay if I threw her behind the barrier?" His hand slides up the back of the Knight’s neck, curling into his hair as he leans their foreheads together. "Because gods if this isn't impossible."