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 grin broadens, one eyebrow lifting as Ronin—mercifully—offers not even a token protest against the accusation of unchecked ego. It’s a rare treat to be so thoroughly agreed with, and Remi basks in it for a moment, squeezing Ronin’s hand as he turns his attention back to Ashe.
At her admission—her quiet certainty that she’s here for good, her glance at the world that’s slipped by—Remi’s expression softens, the mischievous tilt of his smile gentling to something deeply understanding. "Sometimes you have to go away," he murmurs, voice low and sure, as if stating a truth they all know in their bones. "Sometimes it’s the only way you find your way back." His thumb traces a slow, reassuring arc against her hand, a silent promise that coming home, at least to them, is never something she'd never have to earn, or ask permission or seek forgiveness for.
The mention of Theea draws a visible lightness into Remi’s posture, his head lifting in clear delight. "We met her, you know," he says, eyes dancing. "She’s incredible, Ashe. Clever, and sharp, and kind. You did good."
As Ashe’s voice trails off, the ache of lost years curling at the edge of her words, Remi shakes his head, nose wrinkling in playful protest. "Oh, you haven’t missed everything." He gestures back toward the beach, where the last golden embers of the party flicker in the distance, and the hush of the waves promises more. "Despite all the ghosts tonight, neither of us are dead yet. There’s plenty more of ‘everything’ left—and you don’t have to hear about it second-hand anymore. You’re here." He squeezes her fingers softly, before his grin returns, impish and bright. "Besides, someone needs to keep Ronin in check. I’ve grown too charmed by him over the years, I think."
At her admission—her quiet certainty that she’s here for good, her glance at the world that’s slipped by—Remi’s expression softens, the mischievous tilt of his smile gentling to something deeply understanding. "Sometimes you have to go away," he murmurs, voice low and sure, as if stating a truth they all know in their bones. "Sometimes it’s the only way you find your way back." His thumb traces a slow, reassuring arc against her hand, a silent promise that coming home, at least to them, is never something she'd never have to earn, or ask permission or seek forgiveness for.
The mention of Theea draws a visible lightness into Remi’s posture, his head lifting in clear delight. "We met her, you know," he says, eyes dancing. "She’s incredible, Ashe. Clever, and sharp, and kind. You did good."
As Ashe’s voice trails off, the ache of lost years curling at the edge of her words, Remi shakes his head, nose wrinkling in playful protest. "Oh, you haven’t missed everything." He gestures back toward the beach, where the last golden embers of the party flicker in the distance, and the hush of the waves promises more. "Despite all the ghosts tonight, neither of us are dead yet. There’s plenty more of ‘everything’ left—and you don’t have to hear about it second-hand anymore. You’re here." He squeezes her fingers softly, before his grin returns, impish and bright. "Besides, someone needs to keep Ronin in check. I’ve grown too charmed by him over the years, I think."
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.
