REMI
the bastion
& my heart ran away with me
The moment Isla offers, Remi doesn't hesitate, instead nodding with quiet eagerness already lighting his face, setting his drink aside almost absently as he reaches out with the careful confidence of someone who has held very small lives before. His large hands slip beneath the tiny bundle with surprising gentleness, lifting Fern away from her mother and immediately tucking the baby close against his chest.
A soft breath leaves him as he draws her nearer, the Bastion lowering his head instinctively to breathe in the warm, powder-sweet scent of a newborn. For a moment the entire meeting dissolves into irrelevance around him; cannons, councils, harbour strategy..all of it fades beneath the simple gravity of a sleeping infant curled against his heart. "Isla, she's perfect," he murmurs as his thumb adjusts the edge of the blanket. Fern’s smallness seems to delight him endlessly, and he studies her face with open fascination before glancing back up at Isla.
An indulgent sigh slips out of him then, his lips curving crookedly as one familiar dimple appears in his cheek. "It was not just flattery," he says softly, the travelling tongue warming the words as his gaze flicks over her with gentle appraisal. [asy]"You do look very good for someone who has just given birth."
The conversation drifting through the courtyard barely catches his attention now, his focus lingering far more on the tiny life resting against him than on the logistics of Torchline’s defence. Still, when Flora’s voice reaches him again, asking for numbers, Remi glances up toward his daughter with the distracted ease of someone half listening and his shoulders lift in a small shrug. "I think two sounds fine," he offers mildly, already looking back down at Fern as if the cannons of Torchline cannot possibly be as interesting as the steady rhythm of a newborn’s breathing. "If anyone uses them inappropriately, it is not like we are lacking for ways of tracking them down."
Remi thinks 2 is fine because threats will keep people from abusing the system.
A soft breath leaves him as he draws her nearer, the Bastion lowering his head instinctively to breathe in the warm, powder-sweet scent of a newborn. For a moment the entire meeting dissolves into irrelevance around him; cannons, councils, harbour strategy..all of it fades beneath the simple gravity of a sleeping infant curled against his heart. "Isla, she's perfect," he murmurs as his thumb adjusts the edge of the blanket. Fern’s smallness seems to delight him endlessly, and he studies her face with open fascination before glancing back up at Isla.
An indulgent sigh slips out of him then, his lips curving crookedly as one familiar dimple appears in his cheek. "It was not just flattery," he says softly, the travelling tongue warming the words as his gaze flicks over her with gentle appraisal. [asy]"You do look very good for someone who has just given birth."
The conversation drifting through the courtyard barely catches his attention now, his focus lingering far more on the tiny life resting against him than on the logistics of Torchline’s defence. Still, when Flora’s voice reaches him again, asking for numbers, Remi glances up toward his daughter with the distracted ease of someone half listening and his shoulders lift in a small shrug. "I think two sounds fine," he offers mildly, already looking back down at Fern as if the cannons of Torchline cannot possibly be as interesting as the steady rhythm of a newborn’s breathing. "If anyone uses them inappropriately, it is not like we are lacking for ways of tracking them down."
Remi thinks 2 is fine because threats will keep people from abusing the system.
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.
