i'm in a winter mood

the bastion

i don't want the world to see me,
because I don't think they'd understand

Remi hums his immediate agreement, the sound low in his throat as the same sentiment echoes warmly through the bond, because as lovely as Isla’s company had been, coming back to the Northaven and finding Ronin half-buried in blankets with dinner in the oven feels like stepping back into the centre of himself. He turns his face slightly into the kiss against his cheek, smiling faintly as the twin in his arms gives a small, offended squirm before deciding, mercifully, not to escalate.

"I suppose everyone does it at some point," he says softly, adjusting the baby against him with practised care. "Isla mentioned that it was easier on Everest this way."One brow lifts just slightly, not quite judgemental enough to be unkind but certainly enough to suggest that the Bastion has opinions he had very politely kept leashed in Isla’s presence. After a moment, he shakes his head, letting the expression fade into something more thoughtful. "No, Fern was not there. I think Isla said she and Ever were at the beach."

His gaze drops briefly to the baby on his chest, then flicks toward the one curled against Ronin, and a small smile pulls at his mouth as he tilts his head. "She is nine."

when everything's meant to be broken,
i just want you to know who I am

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!