the bastion
i don't want the world to see me,
because I don't think they'd understand
because I don't think they'd understand
Remi is there in a rush of displaced air and instinct, the bathroom suddenly far too small for the way his wings want to exist even if they do not manifest. For half a heartbeat he only sees Flora—red lace, tear-streaked cheeks, eyes too bright—and something sharp and protective twists immediately through his chest. "Flora—?" Confusion flashes across his face as his gaze flicks once, quickly, to Kaisel behind her, taking in the suit, the closeness, the way his daughter is braced back into him like a lifeline. There isn’t time to ask questions. There is never time when it matters.
Every word lands hard and fast, and Remi’s mouth opens on instinct to reassure her, to tell her to breathe, to tell her he’s here, and then he closes it again, because six seconds is nothing and everything all at once.
His eyes shut, focus snapping inward as he reaches hard for Mort’s realm, for the familiar cold stillness, for Hotaru, before he shakes his head at once. "No, she’s not ther—"
But his six seconds are up, and Remi vanishes.
Every word lands hard and fast, and Remi’s mouth opens on instinct to reassure her, to tell her to breathe, to tell her he’s here, and then he closes it again, because six seconds is nothing and everything all at once.
His eyes shut, focus snapping inward as he reaches hard for Mort’s realm, for the familiar cold stillness, for Hotaru, before he shakes his head at once. "No, she’s not ther—"
But his six seconds are up, and Remi vanishes.
when everything's meant to be broken,
i just want you to know who I am
i just want you to know who I am
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.
