REMI
the bastion
& my heart ran away with me
“I did too,” Remi whispers, and the truth of it scrapes out raw from his throat. It isn’t just an echo. It’s the same wound, open in both of them. The same terror, still clinging like ash to his lungs. His arms tighten reflexively around Ronin—not to comfort, not this time. To confirm. That he’s still here. That they both are. That Flora isn’t just a ghost in their arms again, cooling faster than they can save her.
“We’ve brought her back before,” he breathes, voice barely tethered, “and still the thought of losing her again—” He doesn’t finish it. Doesn’t have to. Because his mouth is already on Ronin’s once more, not to soothe this time but to keep the scream behind his teeth from breaking loose into the world.
When he finally draws back, it’s only far enough to rest their brows together again, eyes shut against the question neither of them wants to answer. “I want to tear her apart,” he admits, low and reverent, like a promise made at an altar. “The way she did to Flora. Talon for talon. Rib for rib.” The violence curls through his chest like a second heart. And yet—his hands on Ronin remain gentle. “We get every ounce of information she has. Everything she’s seen, everything she knows. And if she refuses…”
His fingers flex at Ronin’s back. “Then I’ll be happy to see what I can persuade out of her.”
“We’ve brought her back before,” he breathes, voice barely tethered, “and still the thought of losing her again—” He doesn’t finish it. Doesn’t have to. Because his mouth is already on Ronin’s once more, not to soothe this time but to keep the scream behind his teeth from breaking loose into the world.
When he finally draws back, it’s only far enough to rest their brows together again, eyes shut against the question neither of them wants to answer. “I want to tear her apart,” he admits, low and reverent, like a promise made at an altar. “The way she did to Flora. Talon for talon. Rib for rib.” The violence curls through his chest like a second heart. And yet—his hands on Ronin remain gentle. “We get every ounce of information she has. Everything she’s seen, everything she knows. And if she refuses…”
His fingers flex at Ronin’s back. “Then I’ll be happy to see what I can persuade out of her.”
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.
