REMI
the bastion
& my heart ran away with me
Remi sighs as Flora gives them the version of their reaction she had clearly hoped for, guilt moving softly across his face. His fingers shift around the edge of his plate, appetite tucked away somewhere beneath the sudden weight in the room, and though his foot keeps the bassinet moving in a careful, quiet rhythm, the motion has lost the easy instinct it had before.
When Ronin sits beside him, Remi leans into him without thinking, accepting the arm around his waist as if it is the only thing keeping all of the old ghosts from spilling too visibly across his expression. Usually, there would be thoughts tucked beneath his words, private things sent through the bond, but unsure as he is now if Flora can hear them, he holds everything back from Ronin, the restraint sitting awkwardly and sharp-edged in his chest.
As Ronin says it is not just her life anymore, Remi nods, his eyes lowered briefly to Carlo and Calan before lifting back to Flora with the same concern that has settled into every line of Ronin’s face. His path had not been the same as Ronin's with Safrin and Vi, but Ludo and Mort had not led him gently either; there had been death enough to fill the spaces between every prayer, grief enough to alter the shape of him, and pain braided so tightly with duty that sometimes he still could not tell where one ended and the other began.
"We have both seen the worst of what being a demigod can be," he says gently, his voice kept low for the twins even though there is nothing small about the feeling behind it. "We have both lived it. and so when you tell us Safrin has made you hers, we hear more than the title. We hear everything that can come after." Everything that will come after.
When Ronin sits beside him, Remi leans into him without thinking, accepting the arm around his waist as if it is the only thing keeping all of the old ghosts from spilling too visibly across his expression. Usually, there would be thoughts tucked beneath his words, private things sent through the bond, but unsure as he is now if Flora can hear them, he holds everything back from Ronin, the restraint sitting awkwardly and sharp-edged in his chest.
As Ronin says it is not just her life anymore, Remi nods, his eyes lowered briefly to Carlo and Calan before lifting back to Flora with the same concern that has settled into every line of Ronin’s face. His path had not been the same as Ronin's with Safrin and Vi, but Ludo and Mort had not led him gently either; there had been death enough to fill the spaces between every prayer, grief enough to alter the shape of him, and pain braided so tightly with duty that sometimes he still could not tell where one ended and the other began.
"We have both seen the worst of what being a demigod can be," he says gently, his voice kept low for the twins even though there is nothing small about the feeling behind it. "We have both lived it. and so when you tell us Safrin has made you hers, we hear more than the title. We hear everything that can come after." Everything that will come after.
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.
