REMI
the bastion
& my heart ran away with me
Remi has been listening—or at least he had been—at least until Isla’s voice rising beside him pulls his attention sideways, and he turns automatically, expecting to find her much as she had been the last time he saw her: round with pregnancy, steady and glowing in that particular way of women who are carrying entire futures beneath their ribs. Instead, what he sees is a small bundle sleeping quietly against her chest and for a moment, the Bastion simply blinks.
His mouth opens into a soft, silent O, surprise blooming so quickly across his face that it chases every last strategic thought straight out of his head. Cannons, councils, keys, all of it vanishes like mist in sunlight as his gaze drops, utterly transfixed, to the tiny creature tucked against Isla. "Oh—"
The word escapes him under his breath, no louder than the whisper of the sea through the columns, and he immediately leans a little closer, careful not to crowd them but entirely unable to help himself. His large hands hover uncertainly at his sides as though they might reach out and then think better of it, the corners of his eyes crinkling with unguarded delight.
"And who is this?" The question is pitched in a conspiratorial whisper, the travelling tongue softening the edges of it into something warm and curious as he peers down at the sleeping baby with the same fascinated reverence one might give a newly discovered star. Only after a lingering moment does he glance back up at Isla, his expression bright with affection. "You look very well," he murmurs, the smile that follows boyish and sincere.
His mouth opens into a soft, silent O, surprise blooming so quickly across his face that it chases every last strategic thought straight out of his head. Cannons, councils, keys, all of it vanishes like mist in sunlight as his gaze drops, utterly transfixed, to the tiny creature tucked against Isla. "Oh—"
The word escapes him under his breath, no louder than the whisper of the sea through the columns, and he immediately leans a little closer, careful not to crowd them but entirely unable to help himself. His large hands hover uncertainly at his sides as though they might reach out and then think better of it, the corners of his eyes crinkling with unguarded delight.
"And who is this?" The question is pitched in a conspiratorial whisper, the travelling tongue softening the edges of it into something warm and curious as he peers down at the sleeping baby with the same fascinated reverence one might give a newly discovered star. Only after a lingering moment does he glance back up at Isla, his expression bright with affection. "You look very well," he murmurs, the smile that follows boyish and sincere.
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.
