the bastion
And you should know,
I left but never lost my place
I left but never lost my place
Remi laughs, the sound warm and easy, glancing down at Rexanna with a glint in his eye. "I’ll hold you to that," he murmurs, the promise of twenty years and dick fireworks somehow managing to sound sweet rather than absurd when it’s her saying it.
At her comment about Hotaru, he huffs out a dry breath, shoulders lifting in a helpless sort of shrug. "Would’ve been nice to know that ahead of time," he says, wry amusement colouring his tone. "Not that it would’ve changed anything, really, but gods it was a shock and I think it hit Ronin all the harder for there being two." He rolls his eyes as if reliving it, the tension, the fallout. Shaking his head, he lets the breath go with a soft laugh. "I’ve done my best to avoid them, and I plan to keep doing so. If only to make sure I actually reach our twentieth anniversary."
He looks down at her, smile softening into something quieter, more private. "The houseboat," he says, the words curling with fondness, "was called The Tramezzino." One brow arches delicately, as if inviting her to guess what the word might mean, before filling in the details. "Which is really just...any old sandwich. It doesn’t even mean anything special. It can be filled with anything. That’s the point." He laughs, the sound slipping out of him as if it’s been waiting there for years. "We had this joke once," he explains, "about cutting sandwiches into triangles. It doesn’t even make sense anymore, but tramezzini usually are. So..."
He trails off with a slight shake of his head, eyes lingering on her face with a depth of affection that says more than anything he’s said aloud. "Gods, I missed you. Would you...come down more often, if I called? Not just for weddings or anniversaries, but...just for tuesdays? or dinners?"
At her comment about Hotaru, he huffs out a dry breath, shoulders lifting in a helpless sort of shrug. "Would’ve been nice to know that ahead of time," he says, wry amusement colouring his tone. "Not that it would’ve changed anything, really, but gods it was a shock and I think it hit Ronin all the harder for there being two." He rolls his eyes as if reliving it, the tension, the fallout. Shaking his head, he lets the breath go with a soft laugh. "I’ve done my best to avoid them, and I plan to keep doing so. If only to make sure I actually reach our twentieth anniversary."
He looks down at her, smile softening into something quieter, more private. "The houseboat," he says, the words curling with fondness, "was called The Tramezzino." One brow arches delicately, as if inviting her to guess what the word might mean, before filling in the details. "Which is really just...any old sandwich. It doesn’t even mean anything special. It can be filled with anything. That’s the point." He laughs, the sound slipping out of him as if it’s been waiting there for years. "We had this joke once," he explains, "about cutting sandwiches into triangles. It doesn’t even make sense anymore, but tramezzini usually are. So..."
He trails off with a slight shake of his head, eyes lingering on her face with a depth of affection that says more than anything he’s said aloud. "Gods, I missed you. Would you...come down more often, if I called? Not just for weddings or anniversaries, but...just for tuesdays? or dinners?"
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.
