the bastion
And you should know,
I left but never lost my place
I left but never lost my place
Remi falls quiet, his expression unreadable at first as Ronin’s words settle around him like the hush of a late tide. He doesn’t pull away from the hand in his, nor from the kiss to his knuckles. If anything, his grip tightens slightly, his fingers squeezing softly.
He can’t decide if it makes things better or worse, knowing Mateo isn’t speaking to Ronin either. The fact that their son isn’t singling him out should be reassuring in a way, but instead it coils with a different kind of worry. Maybe it isn’t just about the fight they had. Maybe it’s something bigger, quieter, deeper. And if that’s true—if something’s truly broken—then maybe his guilt has less weight. Or maybe it just sits differently now, lodged somewhere further inside his ribs.
Still, his smile flickers upward with genuine affection as he looks across at Ronin. "Maybe I’ve been talking about Flora so much to compensate," he says, voice wry and soft, his thumb brushing back and forth along the Knight’s fingers as he glances out of the window.
But his eyes don’t leave Ronin’s for long. That lovestruck look returns easily, naturally, as if it’s built into him. "I love you too," he says, a little firmer this time, before giving Ronin’s hand another squeeze. "Hard as it is, it's easier with you around."
He straightens then, letting his shoulders roll back and the weight shift from his chest. Glancing down at his creamy concoction and then across at Ronin’s festive cranberry situation, he arches a brow. "You're going to explain what exactly it is I'm about to drink," he says, utterly dubious.
He can’t decide if it makes things better or worse, knowing Mateo isn’t speaking to Ronin either. The fact that their son isn’t singling him out should be reassuring in a way, but instead it coils with a different kind of worry. Maybe it isn’t just about the fight they had. Maybe it’s something bigger, quieter, deeper. And if that’s true—if something’s truly broken—then maybe his guilt has less weight. Or maybe it just sits differently now, lodged somewhere further inside his ribs.
Still, his smile flickers upward with genuine affection as he looks across at Ronin. "Maybe I’ve been talking about Flora so much to compensate," he says, voice wry and soft, his thumb brushing back and forth along the Knight’s fingers as he glances out of the window.
But his eyes don’t leave Ronin’s for long. That lovestruck look returns easily, naturally, as if it’s built into him. "I love you too," he says, a little firmer this time, before giving Ronin’s hand another squeeze. "Hard as it is, it's easier with you around."
He straightens then, letting his shoulders roll back and the weight shift from his chest. Glancing down at his creamy concoction and then across at Ronin’s festive cranberry situation, he arches a brow. "You're going to explain what exactly it is I'm about to drink," he says, utterly dubious.
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.
