i'm not the man they think i am at home
The shadow that crosses Ronin’s face at the mention of Vai is small but unmistakable, and Remi catches it immediately, the change rippling through the Attuned bond before Ronin even shakes his head. For a moment Remi simply watches him with a knowing sort of patience, the crooked edge of a smile already beginning to pull at his mouth as the Knight stiffens through his explanation. "Oh, I’m quite sure Vai would throw you into a pit just the same way she once did to me," Remi says mildly, raising one brow. "It does not matter that there probably isn’t one large enough for the task. She would still find a way." That the witch hadn't shied away from a snarling lion was all the evidence the Bastion needed she'd take on a dragon or a leviathan as well.
The baby in his arms punctuates this thought by rejecting the bottle yet again, batting it away with such force that one of Remi’s tentacles withdraws with theatrical offense. Remi exhales another quiet huff of laughter, shaking his head when Ronin offers to pull the Northaven himself. "No, no, you can," he says easily, waving the suggestion away with a casual flick of his wrist.
When Ronin proposes the swap, however, Remi’s eyes immediately brighten with a sort of desperate enthusiasm that betrays exactly how outmatched he currently feels. "Yes, please," he says with a quick nod, shifting the baby higher on his shoulder as he approaches the table. "Honestly, I never know what it is they want. None of the others were quite like this." Aoife had been quiet, almost eerily so after Ronin's death. Mateo had been a joy, and while he hadn't been around for Flora and Enzo, at least they'd had Vai as well as Hotaru.
The infant in his arms continues to fuss with tireless determination, little fists scrabbling against Remi’s shirt while the tentacle with the bottle makes one last hopeful offering. Remi glances down at him, then toward the second twin in Ronin’s arms, his expression softening into baffled affection. "This one only settles when he’s practically squished against his brother," he adds, sounding equal parts amused and defeated as he reaches to make the exchange.
The baby in his arms punctuates this thought by rejecting the bottle yet again, batting it away with such force that one of Remi’s tentacles withdraws with theatrical offense. Remi exhales another quiet huff of laughter, shaking his head when Ronin offers to pull the Northaven himself. "No, no, you can," he says easily, waving the suggestion away with a casual flick of his wrist.
When Ronin proposes the swap, however, Remi’s eyes immediately brighten with a sort of desperate enthusiasm that betrays exactly how outmatched he currently feels. "Yes, please," he says with a quick nod, shifting the baby higher on his shoulder as he approaches the table. "Honestly, I never know what it is they want. None of the others were quite like this." Aoife had been quiet, almost eerily so after Ronin's death. Mateo had been a joy, and while he hadn't been around for Flora and Enzo, at least they'd had Vai as well as Hotaru.
The infant in his arms continues to fuss with tireless determination, little fists scrabbling against Remi’s shirt while the tentacle with the bottle makes one last hopeful offering. Remi glances down at him, then toward the second twin in Ronin’s arms, his expression softening into baffled affection. "This one only settles when he’s practically squished against his brother," he adds, sounding equal parts amused and defeated as he reaches to make the exchange.
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.
