the bastion
i don't want the world to see me,
because I don't think they'd understand
because I don't think they'd understand
Remi’s laughter vibrates through the knot of them, bright and unrestrained, chasing away the ghosts of silence that had lingered all these years. Ronin’s insult lands like a stone skipped over glass—pure nostalgia—and it pulls a grin out of Remi, helpless and wide, as if nothing at all has changed between the three of them except the world.
He feels Ashe’s trembling the moment she’s pressed against him—feels her heartbeat, wild and frantic, echoing in his own chest through the pulse of his magic. The brush of her skin against his lets it all in: the tidal wave of relief, the pain of lost years, the sharp edges of guilt that she can’t hide. Remi breathes it in, lets it fill him until it blurs with everything he’s already carrying, and then—soft as a lullaby—he lets the warmth and joy he feels for her flow back through that same contact. It’s uncomplicated, boundless, stubbornly forgiving. For once, there’s no hurt in it. Just the truth: they’re together, and that’s all that matters.
Her apology makes him shake his head, curls brushing her hair as he presses a kiss to the crown of it. "Don’t," he whispers, voice roughened with emotion but steady. "I dragged Ronin off to a mountain and didn’t speak to anyone for nearly a year. I’d still be up there, probably, if I’d had to do it alone the way you did. Whatever you think we’d believe of you, Ashe—you’re here. That’s enough for us."
His grip tightens, just a bit possessive, as if the three of them can shield themselves from the whole world by force of will alone. He laughs again, grinning into her hair, and tips his chin so his voice can wrap around them both. "Gods, I’ve missed you too. And you’re back not a moment too soon. Do you know how many years it’s been since someone called Ronin crab-kicker?" He grins, glancing at the Knight with all the familiar affection and mischief of a younger, less-burdened man. "The lack of humbling has absolutely gone to his head. He’s become unbearable."
He feels Ashe’s trembling the moment she’s pressed against him—feels her heartbeat, wild and frantic, echoing in his own chest through the pulse of his magic. The brush of her skin against his lets it all in: the tidal wave of relief, the pain of lost years, the sharp edges of guilt that she can’t hide. Remi breathes it in, lets it fill him until it blurs with everything he’s already carrying, and then—soft as a lullaby—he lets the warmth and joy he feels for her flow back through that same contact. It’s uncomplicated, boundless, stubbornly forgiving. For once, there’s no hurt in it. Just the truth: they’re together, and that’s all that matters.
Her apology makes him shake his head, curls brushing her hair as he presses a kiss to the crown of it. "Don’t," he whispers, voice roughened with emotion but steady. "I dragged Ronin off to a mountain and didn’t speak to anyone for nearly a year. I’d still be up there, probably, if I’d had to do it alone the way you did. Whatever you think we’d believe of you, Ashe—you’re here. That’s enough for us."
His grip tightens, just a bit possessive, as if the three of them can shield themselves from the whole world by force of will alone. He laughs again, grinning into her hair, and tips his chin so his voice can wrap around them both. "Gods, I’ve missed you too. And you’re back not a moment too soon. Do you know how many years it’s been since someone called Ronin crab-kicker?" He grins, glancing at the Knight with all the familiar affection and mischief of a younger, less-burdened man. "The lack of humbling has absolutely gone to his head. He’s become unbearable."
when everything's meant to be broken,
i just want you to know who I am
i just want you to know who I am
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.
