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
Much as Remi might like to continue being quietly judgemental about Everest, Ronin is right. (Of course). "Yes," he concedes, glancing sidelong at his husband, "it would be significantly easier." His gaze drops to the baby on his chest. "Perhaps they could also tell us which of them is which while they are at it."
The thought of Mateo’s various childhood disasters keeps the warmth lingering in Remi’s smile, his fingers moving gently over the baby’s back. "Speaking of friends that talk you out of bad ideas..."” he says after a moment, his eyes flicking toward Ronin with one eyebrow raised in quiet consideration before he looks back down again.
He is cautious with it, not because the thought is unwelcome, but because there are some doors that, once opened even a little, let in an awful lot of light and longing all at once. "Isla mentioned that there are not many children for Fern to play with,{" he continues gently. "The only real friend she has made is in Halo, which is quite far, and not exactly the sort of place she can visit regularly." Remi's thumb smooths along the bundled edge of the blanket, his mouth curving faintly despite himself as the thought of the three of them growing close warms some quiet, hopeful corner of him, even if he has enough sense not to turn that hope into pressure by saying it aloud.
The thought of Mateo’s various childhood disasters keeps the warmth lingering in Remi’s smile, his fingers moving gently over the baby’s back. "Speaking of friends that talk you out of bad ideas..."” he says after a moment, his eyes flicking toward Ronin with one eyebrow raised in quiet consideration before he looks back down again.
He is cautious with it, not because the thought is unwelcome, but because there are some doors that, once opened even a little, let in an awful lot of light and longing all at once. "Isla mentioned that there are not many children for Fern to play with,{" he continues gently. "The only real friend she has made is in Halo, which is quite far, and not exactly the sort of place she can visit regularly." Remi's thumb smooths along the bundled edge of the blanket, his mouth curving faintly despite himself as the thought of the three of them growing close warms some quiet, hopeful corner of him, even if he has enough sense not to turn that hope into pressure by saying it aloud.
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.
