and my heart ran away with me
Remi wrinkles his nose in quiet agreement, not because Ronin is wrong, but because of how unfairly, devastatingly right he is, and for the moment at least the Bastion chooses to let go of the tangled thread that led him to Isla's sex life.
His fingers tighten at Ronin’s lower back as a subtle shift ripples through the Knight, drawing them closer still as though there could possibly be less space between them. "They are," Remi agrees softly, the words warm and certain even as something aches beneath them. Brilliant, all of them, in ways that still manage to surprise him, and yet it was undeniable that so much of their resiliency seemed to be because of the kind of parents he and Ronin had ended up being.
A light chuckle follows, carefully placed, meant to keep the melancholy from showing its teeth. "Maybe one day," he says, voice gentler now, "one of us will be thrown back in time somehow, and we'll get the chance to do it properly." His thumb traces a small, absent arc where it rests against Ronin.
His fingers tighten at Ronin’s lower back as a subtle shift ripples through the Knight, drawing them closer still as though there could possibly be less space between them. "They are," Remi agrees softly, the words warm and certain even as something aches beneath them. Brilliant, all of them, in ways that still manage to surprise him, and yet it was undeniable that so much of their resiliency seemed to be because of the kind of parents he and Ronin had ended up being.
A light chuckle follows, carefully placed, meant to keep the melancholy from showing its teeth. "Maybe one day," he says, voice gentler now, "one of us will be thrown back in time somehow, and we'll get the chance to do it properly." His thumb traces a small, absent arc where it rests against Ronin.
remi
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.
