REMI
the alchemist
What good are hands
if there's nothing that they hold
if there's nothing that they hold
Well, I cannot wait to see if your prediction is true, Remi murmurs silently, the thought edged with the sort of helpless amusement that only really has room to exist because the boys are alive and well. He snickers under his breath despite himself, the sound tucked safely behind Ronin’s shoulder as the lemon and lime slickers shuffle over the threshold and bring half the beach in with them.
When Carlo points at the empty place where Remi’s shadow ought to be, the Bastion has to bite the inside of his cheek hard enough to keep from giving the game away. Of all the things he had braced for this morning, including panic, grief, divine meddling, and the possibility of Ronin fainting on the deck, being accused of shadow negligence by his infant son had not been on his bingo card. Still, he turns a suitably solemn look down toward the floor, then over to the twins, nodding with grave consideration as though this is, in fact, a very serious domestic emergency.
"I bet if you ask nicely, Sugar and Oria will help you look," he says, because if there is one thing more than likely to occupy two nine-year-olds, it is recruiting magical creatures into a search party for something that does not exist.
He closes the door behind them and sends a pulse of unfettered affection toward Ronin through the bond, warm and ridiculous and trembling still from the relief beneath it. Then, with a soft whistle beneath his breath, Remi calls for Sugar and Oria. "There are some boys here who would like your help." With that, and because he is either very wise or very close to losing his mind, Remi leaves the newly appointed search party to their work and slips into the kitchen to start a pot of coffee.
~FIN
When Carlo points at the empty place where Remi’s shadow ought to be, the Bastion has to bite the inside of his cheek hard enough to keep from giving the game away. Of all the things he had braced for this morning, including panic, grief, divine meddling, and the possibility of Ronin fainting on the deck, being accused of shadow negligence by his infant son had not been on his bingo card. Still, he turns a suitably solemn look down toward the floor, then over to the twins, nodding with grave consideration as though this is, in fact, a very serious domestic emergency.
"I bet if you ask nicely, Sugar and Oria will help you look," he says, because if there is one thing more than likely to occupy two nine-year-olds, it is recruiting magical creatures into a search party for something that does not exist.
He closes the door behind them and sends a pulse of unfettered affection toward Ronin through the bond, warm and ridiculous and trembling still from the relief beneath it. Then, with a soft whistle beneath his breath, Remi calls for Sugar and Oria. "There are some boys here who would like your help." With that, and because he is either very wise or very close to losing his mind, Remi leaves the newly appointed search party to their work and slips into the kitchen to start a pot of coffee.
~FIN
And what good are hearts
if you bury them all alone?
if you bury them all alone?
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.
