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 laugh rumbles low in his chest, the sound softened by the steady hush of the tide. He tips his head toward Ashe as if sharing a secret, eyes sweeping the emptying beach in mock caution before leaning in. "I’m fairly certain," he says in a stage whisper, "that none of us know what we’re doing." His grin tugs crooked at one corner, mischief warm in his gaze, though the glint fades almost immediately at her next words. Vai.
The name knocks something loose in him, boyish affection spilling over like a tide that doesn’t bother to pull back. Vai might be Ashe’s in a way that can never be altered, but she’s been just as much a mother to him—stubborn, steady, and always ready to pull him in close no matter how far he’d drifted. His fingers tighten gently around Ashe’s, his thumb resuming that slow, grounding sweep against her skin. "You’ll see her again," he murmurs, and there’s no room for doubt in the way he says it. "Bringing this many ghosts out at once was big, even for me. But..." He wrinkles his nose, a little sheepish but without apology. "I bring Vai back at least once a year."
Theea’s name brings a brighter light to his features, and he exhales through a smile that’s almost paternal in its pride. "One day we’ll trade war stories about parenting," he says, the roll of his eyes affectionate rather than weary. "We’ll see which one of us has the longer list of creative disasters."
Her question about embarrassing moments drags his attention back to Ronin, and the corners of his mouth curl mischievously. "There’s very little that could top nearly dying after falling down a few stairs," he says, as if the story is a precious family heirloom that he’ll never quite stop polishing. His eyes glint as he looks up at Ronin, brows arched in open invitation. "But I’m sure you'll manage to think of something," he murmurs, grinning at the Knight.
The name knocks something loose in him, boyish affection spilling over like a tide that doesn’t bother to pull back. Vai might be Ashe’s in a way that can never be altered, but she’s been just as much a mother to him—stubborn, steady, and always ready to pull him in close no matter how far he’d drifted. His fingers tighten gently around Ashe’s, his thumb resuming that slow, grounding sweep against her skin. "You’ll see her again," he murmurs, and there’s no room for doubt in the way he says it. "Bringing this many ghosts out at once was big, even for me. But..." He wrinkles his nose, a little sheepish but without apology. "I bring Vai back at least once a year."
Theea’s name brings a brighter light to his features, and he exhales through a smile that’s almost paternal in its pride. "One day we’ll trade war stories about parenting," he says, the roll of his eyes affectionate rather than weary. "We’ll see which one of us has the longer list of creative disasters."
Her question about embarrassing moments drags his attention back to Ronin, and the corners of his mouth curl mischievously. "There’s very little that could top nearly dying after falling down a few stairs," he says, as if the story is a precious family heirloom that he’ll never quite stop polishing. His eyes glint as he looks up at Ronin, brows arched in open invitation. "But I’m sure you'll manage to think of something," he murmurs, grinning at the Knight.
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.
