i'm not the man they think i am at home
Remi tilts his head to the side at Ronin’s theory, considering it with a seriousness that the situation hardly deserves before giving a small, helpless shrug. "If it gets them to eat," he says, voice threaded with tired humour, "maybe it is worth taking Flora up on her offer and staying in one of the rooms at Wildering House for a while."
Both babies are still protesting with equal enthusiasm, their cries echoing off the wooden walls of the Northaven, and Remi glances between them with the expression of a man rapidly running out of ideas. Then, with a resigned sort of determination, two of his tentacles slip carefully around the infants, drawing them closer together so that the twins are pressed side-by-side against his chest. The result looks, for a brief and alarming moment, like a parenting decision that will later require apology and explanation, but gods if it doesn't work.
The cries taper into confused little grunts almost immediately, then soften further into curious coos as the babies blink at one another with sudden, wide blue eyes, tiny faces turning so their noses nearly brush. Their fists stop flailing long enough to clutch clumsily at sleeves and blankets, attention fixed entirely on the other small creature sharing their space.
Remi freezes as though afraid even breathing too loudly might undo the miracle, his own eyes widening in stunned disbelief before lifting slowly to meet Ronin’s across the room. Without a word he begins edging toward the bed, moving with exaggerated care while the tentacles maintain their gentle hold, clearly unwilling to interrupt whatever strange twin-logic has just taken hold between them.
Both babies are still protesting with equal enthusiasm, their cries echoing off the wooden walls of the Northaven, and Remi glances between them with the expression of a man rapidly running out of ideas. Then, with a resigned sort of determination, two of his tentacles slip carefully around the infants, drawing them closer together so that the twins are pressed side-by-side against his chest. The result looks, for a brief and alarming moment, like a parenting decision that will later require apology and explanation, but gods if it doesn't work.
The cries taper into confused little grunts almost immediately, then soften further into curious coos as the babies blink at one another with sudden, wide blue eyes, tiny faces turning so their noses nearly brush. Their fists stop flailing long enough to clutch clumsily at sleeves and blankets, attention fixed entirely on the other small creature sharing their space.
Remi freezes as though afraid even breathing too loudly might undo the miracle, his own eyes widening in stunned disbelief before lifting slowly to meet Ronin’s across the room. Without a word he begins edging toward the bed, moving with exaggerated care while the tentacles maintain their gentle hold, clearly unwilling to interrupt whatever strange twin-logic has just taken hold between them.
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.
