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
Remi nods to hear Isla speak of he and Ronin as a pair. "Well, all the more reason why Flora should not need to feel as though she has to handle her own protection, then," he says, glancing from Isla to the twins as Carlo makes a determined attempt to drag the star-bell toward his mouth, only for the tentacle holding it to retreat ever so slightly. "Not when the both of us have been resigned more or less for precisely that purpose."
The argument is not as neat as he wants it to be, and he knows it; he can hear the edges of it fraying even as he says the words, because Flora has never been a girl content to wait behind stronger shoulders, and because protection, when offered too often, can begin to look like a cage no matter how lovingly the bars are polished. Still, there is a stubborn little knot in him that refuses to loosen, one made of all the times his children have been small in his arms and all the times Caido has asked too much of them before they were ready.
At Isla’s very reasonable, very unfairly compassionate explanation, Remi turns his head enough to fix her with a playful glare, though the warmth in his eyes rather ruins the effect. "Just whose side are you on here?" he huffs, the sigh that follows escaping beneath his breath with all the wounded dignity he can manage.
Still, when she offers him Fern as the price of being right, his brows lift and he bobs his head in easy agreement, the answer coming without hesitation. "Of course. I would be happy to babysit her. Are there many other children you know around for her to play with?"
The argument is not as neat as he wants it to be, and he knows it; he can hear the edges of it fraying even as he says the words, because Flora has never been a girl content to wait behind stronger shoulders, and because protection, when offered too often, can begin to look like a cage no matter how lovingly the bars are polished. Still, there is a stubborn little knot in him that refuses to loosen, one made of all the times his children have been small in his arms and all the times Caido has asked too much of them before they were ready.
At Isla’s very reasonable, very unfairly compassionate explanation, Remi turns his head enough to fix her with a playful glare, though the warmth in his eyes rather ruins the effect. "Just whose side are you on here?" he huffs, the sigh that follows escaping beneath his breath with all the wounded dignity he can manage.
Still, when she offers him Fern as the price of being right, his brows lift and he bobs his head in easy agreement, the answer coming without hesitation. "Of course. I would be happy to babysit her. Are there many other children you know around for her to play with?"
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.
