the bastion
Love isn't all that it seems
I did you wrong
I did you wrong
Remi’s smirk curves slowly, the kind that pulls at one corner of his mouth before it gathers into something soft and fond, sea-glass eyes narrowing with the sort of knowing that doesn’t rely on the attuned bond between them. He nods anyway, lips pursed as if he’s swallowing a better joke for later. "It is exactly what you have been doing," he agrees, the words emerging on a sigh that holds no judgement at all. "And honestly? I do not blame you. For how often we used to have to think about this place..." His gaze travels up the low tunnel, tracing the looping, burrowed shapes as if some monstrous thing had exhaled them into being. "It has been nice not to think about it for a while."
The wall at his left glistens faintly under Ronin’s softening glow, and Remi reaches to brush his fingertips along it. The stone is damp, pliant in a way that makes his skin crawl, and he withdraws immediately, wrinkling his nose with a boyish grimace.
The moment Ronin’s radiant light falters, Remi turns instinctively toward him. The Crush may be many things—unsettling, vast, full of old ghosts they’d rather not retrace—but it will never be dark so long as Ronin stands beside him. And yet, now that the glow flickers, Remi reaches out without a second thought, weaving his fingers through his husband’s as if anchoring the light itself. "You know," he murmurs, squeezing Ronin’s hand with a warmth that pushes back against the oppressive damp. "This is just like the old days. When the barrier came down and suddenly the world had more corners than we knew what to do with." His smile deepens, both nostalgic and mischievous. "New places to explore. Strange things waiting in the dark. You and me, getting lost in it anyway."
The wall at his left glistens faintly under Ronin’s softening glow, and Remi reaches to brush his fingertips along it. The stone is damp, pliant in a way that makes his skin crawl, and he withdraws immediately, wrinkling his nose with a boyish grimace.
The moment Ronin’s radiant light falters, Remi turns instinctively toward him. The Crush may be many things—unsettling, vast, full of old ghosts they’d rather not retrace—but it will never be dark so long as Ronin stands beside him. And yet, now that the glow flickers, Remi reaches out without a second thought, weaving his fingers through his husband’s as if anchoring the light itself. "You know," he murmurs, squeezing Ronin’s hand with a warmth that pushes back against the oppressive damp. "This is just like the old days. When the barrier came down and suddenly the world had more corners than we knew what to do with." His smile deepens, both nostalgic and mischievous. "New places to explore. Strange things waiting in the dark. You and me, getting lost in it anyway."
I'll stay here with you
Until this dream is gone
Until this dream is gone
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.
