the bastion
A gentle pulse of warmth hums through the Attuned bond at Ronin’s mention of his brother; an unspoken touch of comfort that shimmers with quiet love. It's been a while for both of them, he's sure, since they've spoken about the family they left behind in Northaven, leaving the Bastion rolling his shoulders a touch to relieve the threat of melancholy as he sets the final plate into place.
At Flora’s sharp cry from the doorway, he glances up, one brow arched, the faintest twitch of amusement tugging at his mouth. Whatever Mateo has done to earn that particular outburst clearly doesn’t warrant intervention; the mischief in his son’s expression speaks of sibling theatrics rather than any real fire. Still, when Flora marches in and kisses Kaisel without hesitation, Remi politely looks away, a smile curling against the rim of his glass. It’s...nice, he admits silently. Strange, but nice, to see her happy in this way.
Crossing back toward the kitchen, he slips easily to Ronin’s side, their shoulders brushing in that quiet, familiar way that says more than any words. The sizzle of chorizo and the faint sound of the sea through open windows weave together into something domestic and unexpectedly peaceful.
"So, Flora." Remi says at last, turning his attention toward his daughter with a small, fond smile. "How is the house treating you?"
At Flora’s sharp cry from the doorway, he glances up, one brow arched, the faintest twitch of amusement tugging at his mouth. Whatever Mateo has done to earn that particular outburst clearly doesn’t warrant intervention; the mischief in his son’s expression speaks of sibling theatrics rather than any real fire. Still, when Flora marches in and kisses Kaisel without hesitation, Remi politely looks away, a smile curling against the rim of his glass. It’s...nice, he admits silently. Strange, but nice, to see her happy in this way.
Crossing back toward the kitchen, he slips easily to Ronin’s side, their shoulders brushing in that quiet, familiar way that says more than any words. The sizzle of chorizo and the faint sound of the sea through open windows weave together into something domestic and unexpectedly peaceful.
"So, Flora." Remi says at last, turning his attention toward his daughter with a small, fond smile. "How is the house treating you?"
I got a feeling inside that I can't domesticate
It doesn't wanna live in a cage,
A feeling that I can't housebreak
It doesn't wanna live in a cage,
A feeling that I can't housebreak
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.
