the bastion
And you should know,
I left but never lost my place
I left but never lost my place
Remi sets the creamy bouquet of a cocktail back down on the table without drinking, the glass cool and slightly damp beneath his fingertips. The smile he gives Ronin as his knuckles are kissed is soft in the way clouds are before they break, carrying too many unspoken things inside them. His fingers curl slightly in the Knight’s hand, returning the affection with quiet affection, but his nod is far from decisive.
"I went to Stormbreak a few months ago," he says gently, the confession folded between words like petals pressed into a letter. "While Mateo was still living there." There’s a subtle tilt to his mouth, the kind that makes apologies unnecessary but still offered all the same. "I didn’t say anything to you about it because it was part of the quest Mort gave me for our anniversary." The explanation lingers, weightless and heavy all at once.
"I saw him then," he murmurs, thumb absently grazing Ronin’s where their hands remain joined. "Told him he’d always be welcome. That he was wanted. But..." Remi’s gaze drops, lashes skimming the soft light that pools in their booth, "after everything that happened last LongNight, I told him the ball was in his court. That I wouldn’t push, wouldn’t try and fix something until he was ready."
His voice thins into a breath, then, more exhale than sentence. "I don't want to give him another reason to doubt me," he says simply, "by going back on that and crowding him." His head dips in a doubtful little shake, curls falling into his eyes as he shifts the weight of unspoken ache from one shoulder to the other.
"I went to Stormbreak a few months ago," he says gently, the confession folded between words like petals pressed into a letter. "While Mateo was still living there." There’s a subtle tilt to his mouth, the kind that makes apologies unnecessary but still offered all the same. "I didn’t say anything to you about it because it was part of the quest Mort gave me for our anniversary." The explanation lingers, weightless and heavy all at once.
"I saw him then," he murmurs, thumb absently grazing Ronin’s where their hands remain joined. "Told him he’d always be welcome. That he was wanted. But..." Remi’s gaze drops, lashes skimming the soft light that pools in their booth, "after everything that happened last LongNight, I told him the ball was in his court. That I wouldn’t push, wouldn’t try and fix something until he was ready."
His voice thins into a breath, then, more exhale than sentence. "I don't want to give him another reason to doubt me," he says simply, "by going back on that and crowding him." His head dips in a doubtful little shake, curls falling into his eyes as he shifts the weight of unspoken ache from one shoulder to the other.
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.
