Let's not get lost in the dark blue
But darling if we do, just find me and I'll find you
But darling if we do, just find me and I'll find you
"Gods, I had not even thought of that part," Remi says, and the concern in his face briefly gives way to something more practical and horrified as he looks down at Carlo and Calan with fresh appreciation for how much worse the impossible might have been. "I honestly did not think they could be any harder to deal with, but apparently they could have been." The thought of newborn bloodlust sits there for a moment, absurd and alarming in equal measure, before he shakes his head as if to clear it away. Taking a sip of his coffee now that Isla has released him, Remi lets the warmth settle against the cold edge of everything else they are discussing, though it does little to soften the crease between his brows.
"But that is my role as a demigod," he says, glancing back to Isla. "To be called upon to protect." There is no pride in the words, not exactly, only the worn familiarity of a lifted shield over and over again because no one has found another place for it. A small, disbelieving laugh leaves him under his breath. "It is almost all that I am good for now." His hands tighten only slightly on the stroller before easing again. "Besides," he adds, quieter but firmer, "I would much rather be inconvenienced at times than have Flora give up all her autonomy."
Remi glances down at the twins before Isla’s comment about Ronin has him chuckling, the sound dry and affectionate in equal measure. "Truer words have never been spoken," he says, raising his eyebrows as he looks sidelong at her.
"But that is my role as a demigod," he says, glancing back to Isla. "To be called upon to protect." There is no pride in the words, not exactly, only the worn familiarity of a lifted shield over and over again because no one has found another place for it. A small, disbelieving laugh leaves him under his breath. "It is almost all that I am good for now." His hands tighten only slightly on the stroller before easing again. "Besides," he adds, quieter but firmer, "I would much rather be inconvenienced at times than have Flora give up all her autonomy."
Remi glances down at the twins before Isla’s comment about Ronin has him chuckling, the sound dry and affectionate in equal measure. "Truer words have never been spoken," he says, raising his eyebrows as he looks sidelong at her.
the bastion
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.
