the bastion
i don't want the world to see me,
because I don't think they'd understand
because I don't think they'd understand
Remi turns a boyish, apologetic smile toward Ronin with a warm little pulse of we tried to be quite through the bond as he steps out of his shoes. Carlo and Calan fuss in alternating bursts against him, each small sound threatening to set the other off like sympathetic thunder. "I am sorry," he murmurs, though the apology is softened by the affection in his expression as he carefully offers one twin over to Ronin without knowing which it was.
Once Ronin has an armful of baby, Remi sinks down onto the bed beside him with a quiet exhale, adjusting the remaining twin against his chest. "It was nice to see her," he says, his voice low as his fingers move in slow, absent strokes over the baby’s back. A yawn catches him before he can say more, and he tries to stifle it against his shoulder, only half succeeding. "Though I was a bit jealous," he admits, glancing toward Ronin with a faintly mischievous lift of his brows. "She was not sleep deprived at all, because they made the choice to age Fern up."
Once Ronin has an armful of baby, Remi sinks down onto the bed beside him with a quiet exhale, adjusting the remaining twin against his chest. "It was nice to see her," he says, his voice low as his fingers move in slow, absent strokes over the baby’s back. A yawn catches him before he can say more, and he tries to stifle it against his shoulder, only half succeeding. "Though I was a bit jealous," he admits, glancing toward Ronin with a faintly mischievous lift of his brows. "She was not sleep deprived at all, because they made the choice to age Fern up."
when everything's meant to be broken,
i just want you to know who I am
i just want you to know who I am
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.
