the bastion
And you should know,
I left but never lost my place
I left but never lost my place
Remi sighs dramatically, snapping his fingers with mock disappointment. "Well, maybe for our twentieth anniversary, then," he says, eyes gleaming with fond mischief. But as Rex lifts her hand and conjures her own glittering display, his expression softens into something adoring. Tilting his head, he watches the fireworks dance overhead, reds and golds spinning briefly into life before fading. "You always did have more tricks up your sleeve than I ever gave you credit for," he murmurs, tone touched with wonder and deep-seated affection.
When she comments on the many lives worn into his bones, he lets out a low, affectionate chuckle, boyish in its tilt. "Mmh, maybe I’ll take my compliment back if this is how it’s going to be," he teases, bumping her lightly with his shoulder before tucking his arm closer, drawing her gently against his side. The gesture is easy, familiar, like it’s never been years between them at all.
At her question, he inhales sharply, then exhales with a flutter of his lips that makes a strand of his hair sway. "Well," he begins, already wincing in mock preparation, "if you want drama—my encounters with Frey haven’t improved since you left." He glances down the beach, toward where Flora and Enzo are half-lit by the torches and lanternlight. "I had a run-in with Hotaru at a shrine. She was praying to Frey. One thing led to another..." He trails off with a sheepish shrug, lips curving. "And...twins."
Turning back to Rex, he lifts his brows meaningfully. "I love them, obviously. But gods, did it cause more than a little friction with Ronin. Took us a while to smooth it over." He pauses, then grins suddenly, a softer light blooming behind his eyes. "We also went to live in the Cordillera for a little while, in a houseboat named after a sandwich, next to an upside-down waterfall." His voice hitches on a chuckle as he glances down at her.
When she comments on the many lives worn into his bones, he lets out a low, affectionate chuckle, boyish in its tilt. "Mmh, maybe I’ll take my compliment back if this is how it’s going to be," he teases, bumping her lightly with his shoulder before tucking his arm closer, drawing her gently against his side. The gesture is easy, familiar, like it’s never been years between them at all.
At her question, he inhales sharply, then exhales with a flutter of his lips that makes a strand of his hair sway. "Well," he begins, already wincing in mock preparation, "if you want drama—my encounters with Frey haven’t improved since you left." He glances down the beach, toward where Flora and Enzo are half-lit by the torches and lanternlight. "I had a run-in with Hotaru at a shrine. She was praying to Frey. One thing led to another..." He trails off with a sheepish shrug, lips curving. "And...twins."
Turning back to Rex, he lifts his brows meaningfully. "I love them, obviously. But gods, did it cause more than a little friction with Ronin. Took us a while to smooth it over." He pauses, then grins suddenly, a softer light blooming behind his eyes. "We also went to live in the Cordillera for a little while, in a houseboat named after a sandwich, next to an upside-down waterfall." His voice hitches on a chuckle as he glances down at her.
and these nights I miss you most
my heart is yours to break
my heart is yours to break
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.
