the bastion
Remi nods, his expression pulled thoughtful by the uncomfortable truth of it, because hope and fear are sitting too close together now for him to separate them cleanly. "I know there are demigods who do not have much asked of them," he murmurs, the words carrying the weight of more than one life’s worth of watching gods choose their favourites and their tools. He sighs, glancing ruefully toward Ronin. "But given how much asking Flora will likely do on her own, I cannot see that being the case with her."
His mouth presses into a line at the mention of Safrin and distance, not in disagreement, but because the memory of what it had taken for Ronin to reach even this uneasy place of peace is not a thing Remi can touch without feeling the old edge of it. The years of devotion and punishment, the love turned conditional and sharp, the steep climb back toward mere neutrality, all of it sits behind his eyes as he closes them for a moment and exhales through his nose.
When he opens them again, his thumb brushes beneath Ronin’s hand. "That is very true," he says softly, gaze dropping to where their hands rest together before flicking toward the bassinet, then back. "And I am not sure Kaisel is the sort to be very understanding of those sorts of sacrifices, if and when they come." His brows knit slightly, not unkindly, but with the grave concern of someone seeing another storm building on a horizon already too crowded. "Nor should he necessarily have to be, I suppose, given that they have only just gotten engaged." He'd have thought that particular vow of forever would have been enough for Flora.
His mouth presses into a line at the mention of Safrin and distance, not in disagreement, but because the memory of what it had taken for Ronin to reach even this uneasy place of peace is not a thing Remi can touch without feeling the old edge of it. The years of devotion and punishment, the love turned conditional and sharp, the steep climb back toward mere neutrality, all of it sits behind his eyes as he closes them for a moment and exhales through his nose.
When he opens them again, his thumb brushes beneath Ronin’s hand. "That is very true," he says softly, gaze dropping to where their hands rest together before flicking toward the bassinet, then back. "And I am not sure Kaisel is the sort to be very understanding of those sorts of sacrifices, if and when they come." His brows knit slightly, not unkindly, but with the grave concern of someone seeing another storm building on a horizon already too crowded. "Nor should he necessarily have to be, I suppose, given that they have only just gotten engaged." He'd have thought that particular vow of forever would have been enough for Flora.
I can't pass the test,
don't wait for me.
don't wait for me.
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.
