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 grins despite himself, looking down at the baby tucked against Ronin as if the infant might yet confess to an elaborate conspiracy. "It is entirely possible that it is actually Calan wearing Carlo’s onesie," he points out, his brows lifting. Gods knew it wouldn't surprise him to know that they'd grabbed an outfit from the wrong pile at some point in the twins' short life and thus ruined their careful system.
Ronin’s guilt moves through the bond before the words properly settle, loss and old fear brushing against Remi’s thoughts in a way that has him stiffening almost at once, his hand stilling against the bundled baby on his chest. It is not anger, exactly, but something close enough to bristle beneath his skin, because for one sharp and unwelcome moment, Flora’s accusation comes back to him with all its teeth intact.
He glances toward Ronin, his expression tightening slightly. "I did not say that," he says, and though his voice remains low for the babies, there is a defensive edge beneath it that he cannot entirely smooth away. His eyes drop again, fingers resuming their careful motion over the twin’s blanket. "It would benefit them too, having friends close to their own age." But even as he says it, the thought has already lost its warmth, soured by the way it feels as though Ronin had twisted his words around when all he'd been thinking of was what might benefit the twins most, rather than their own selfish wants. "Never mind," he says softly, the defensiveness fading into something quieter and more bruised. "Forget I said anything."
Ronin’s guilt moves through the bond before the words properly settle, loss and old fear brushing against Remi’s thoughts in a way that has him stiffening almost at once, his hand stilling against the bundled baby on his chest. It is not anger, exactly, but something close enough to bristle beneath his skin, because for one sharp and unwelcome moment, Flora’s accusation comes back to him with all its teeth intact.
He glances toward Ronin, his expression tightening slightly. "I did not say that," he says, and though his voice remains low for the babies, there is a defensive edge beneath it that he cannot entirely smooth away. His eyes drop again, fingers resuming their careful motion over the twin’s blanket. "It would benefit them too, having friends close to their own age." But even as he says it, the thought has already lost its warmth, soured by the way it feels as though Ronin had twisted his words around when all he'd been thinking of was what might benefit the twins most, rather than their own selfish wants. "Never mind," he says softly, the defensiveness fading into something quieter and more bruised. "Forget I said anything."
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.
