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 is quiet for a long moment, not because he is withholding, but because he is trying very carefully not to let the bruise of being misunderstood answer for him. When he finally turns toward Ronin, his expression is soft again, and the emotions pulsing through the bond are deliberately calm, not empty of hurt but no longer sharpened by it. "Let me ask you this," he says quietly as his eyes flick down to Carlo and Calan in turn, one bundled against Ronin and one resting against himself, before lifting back to his husband. "Do you think it benefits them at all to stay like this?" To stay in this period of life neither of them will remember save for moments recounted to them at birthdays in an effort to embarrass or endear?
His brows rise slightly with the question, and though he does not add the rest aloud, the shape of it is there all the same, carried in the pause between them and in the careful neutrality of his face. Not accusatory, not cruel, but impossible not to feel through the bond: or is it just for you? And if it was—and gods Remi would understand if it was—he'd rather hear it outright rather than have it positioned as something wrong he was suggesting.
His brows rise slightly with the question, and though he does not add the rest aloud, the shape of it is there all the same, carried in the pause between them and in the careful neutrality of his face. Not accusatory, not cruel, but impossible not to feel through the bond: or is it just for you? And if it was—and gods Remi would understand if it was—he'd rather hear it outright rather than have it positioned as something wrong he was suggesting.
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.
