the bastion
And you should know,
I left but never lost my place
I left but never lost my place
Remi watches Ronin go with undisguised appreciation, the corner of his mouth curling just a touch as the Knight weaves through the cozy warmth of the bar. He lets his gaze linger a moment longer than necessary before shifting it lazily toward the window, taking in the golden spill of light across the waves and a few locals meandering along the shore, towels slung over shoulders, laughter rising like hel cries, the slow pulse of Torchline easing into dusk.
By the time Ronin returns with a basket of shrimp and the telltale glint of mischief in his grin, Remi doesn’t bother hiding the fondness in his eyes. "We agreed when we got married," he murmurs, plucking one of the shrimp delicately between two fingers, "that we'd always share all of our burdens."
At the mention of Flora, Remi’s expression softens, though he rolls his eyes in a way that’s more habitual than exasperated. "Torchline will want another bar," he corrects with a wry shake of his head, licking a smear of coconut from the pad of his thumb. "But based on her notice, I do think Flora means to build it."
With a mock-solemn expression and a raised brow, he leans slightly across the table. "Alright then, tally man, forgive me for trying to keep track of our children's lives. What would you like to talk about, instead?" His toes nudge against Ronin’s under the table again, the gesture affectionate and teasing all at once. "Weather? Politics? The state of your hair these days?"
By the time Ronin returns with a basket of shrimp and the telltale glint of mischief in his grin, Remi doesn’t bother hiding the fondness in his eyes. "We agreed when we got married," he murmurs, plucking one of the shrimp delicately between two fingers, "that we'd always share all of our burdens."
At the mention of Flora, Remi’s expression softens, though he rolls his eyes in a way that’s more habitual than exasperated. "Torchline will want another bar," he corrects with a wry shake of his head, licking a smear of coconut from the pad of his thumb. "But based on her notice, I do think Flora means to build it."
With a mock-solemn expression and a raised brow, he leans slightly across the table. "Alright then, tally man, forgive me for trying to keep track of our children's lives. What would you like to talk about, instead?" His toes nudge against Ronin’s under the table again, the gesture affectionate and teasing all at once. "Weather? Politics? The state of your hair these days?"
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.
