the bastion
Love isn't all that it seems
I did you wrong
I did you wrong
The warmth reaches him before the voice does—slow and steady, like sunlight easing through a canopy. Remi doesn’t open his eyes right away, but the tension that’s lived in his shoulders is suddenly carried off on the tide or buried in the sand. By the time Mort settles beside him, Remi’s already let his body lean slightly in that direction, the way a child might toward someone they trust without needing to think about it. The touch to his shoulder is met with a soft huff of breath, not quite a laugh, but something close—relieved, maybe. Grateful.
"Thanks," he murmurs, the word simple and unadorned as he lifts a hand to ruffle a curl at the top of his head, the gesture more boyish than he probably means it to be. [psay]"Some parts were harder than others."
His gaze drifts out to the water, where the waves catch the last of the light and scatter it in pieces too small to hold. "The wagon," he says after a pause, voice quieter now. "The one we lived in when we first came to Torchline. Ronin wanted to turn it into a painting studio for Seren." He doesn't say more than that. Yhe rest of it—what became of Seren, the brush that never met canvas, the dreams that stayed folded away in drawers—is all there in the silence between them.
"Thanks," he murmurs, the word simple and unadorned as he lifts a hand to ruffle a curl at the top of his head, the gesture more boyish than he probably means it to be. [psay]"Some parts were harder than others."
His gaze drifts out to the water, where the waves catch the last of the light and scatter it in pieces too small to hold. "The wagon," he says after a pause, voice quieter now. "The one we lived in when we first came to Torchline. Ronin wanted to turn it into a painting studio for Seren." He doesn't say more than that. Yhe rest of it—what became of Seren, the brush that never met canvas, the dreams that stayed folded away in drawers—is all there in the silence between them.
I'll stay here with you
Until this dream is gone
Until this dream is gone
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.







