REMI
the bastion
What good are hands
if there's nothing that they hold
if there's nothing that they hold
Remi exhales, the sound deep and slow, like it’s been building somewhere low in his chest. His nod follows a heartbeat later, thoughtful. "In the end, I wouldn’t trade my twins for the world," he says quietly, sincerity softening the edges of the words. Whatever had gone wrong in the making of them, the love in his tone leaves no doubt about what they mean to him now.
Ruffling a hand through his curls, he huffs a laugh under his breath. "When Frey split into two aspects, it did make things easier. I probably wouldn’t think twice about seeing Nature Frey again, even if they’re technically the same being. Knowing it isn’t the sexual side makes it...more bearable." He tilts his head toward Damien, curiosity flickering in his sea-glass eyes. "Which version did you meet?"
The pun earns a low snicker, boyish and brief. "Guides, gods...no, you’re right," he says with a grin, shaking his head. "I couldn’t have put it better myself."
As Damien’s words drift toward the question of calling, Remi shrugs, the gesture broad and unpretentious. "Of all of us, I think Deimos is the only one who’s done it right. Safrin offered to make him a demigod, and he declined. Still ended up almost as powerful as the rest of us, just without the strings attached." His voice carries a wry affection when he says it, equal parts admiration and envy. "That’s the thing, though, there are always strings. Even when it looks like there aren’t."
He glances out across the water, the sunlight catching on his curls as he adds, quieter, "And you’re right. Whether they don’t live by the same rules or just make mistakes like the rest of us, binding yourself to them forever isn’t a road I’d ever recommend." A pause, then a faint smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. "Not when there are other options."
Ruffling a hand through his curls, he huffs a laugh under his breath. "When Frey split into two aspects, it did make things easier. I probably wouldn’t think twice about seeing Nature Frey again, even if they’re technically the same being. Knowing it isn’t the sexual side makes it...more bearable." He tilts his head toward Damien, curiosity flickering in his sea-glass eyes. "Which version did you meet?"
The pun earns a low snicker, boyish and brief. "Guides, gods...no, you’re right," he says with a grin, shaking his head. "I couldn’t have put it better myself."
As Damien’s words drift toward the question of calling, Remi shrugs, the gesture broad and unpretentious. "Of all of us, I think Deimos is the only one who’s done it right. Safrin offered to make him a demigod, and he declined. Still ended up almost as powerful as the rest of us, just without the strings attached." His voice carries a wry affection when he says it, equal parts admiration and envy. "That’s the thing, though, there are always strings. Even when it looks like there aren’t."
He glances out across the water, the sunlight catching on his curls as he adds, quieter, "And you’re right. Whether they don’t live by the same rules or just make mistakes like the rest of us, binding yourself to them forever isn’t a road I’d ever recommend." A pause, then a faint smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. "Not when there are other options."
And what good are hearts
if you bury them all alone?
if you bury them all alone?
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.
