He said "I bet you don't remember me"
Though there are probably any number of people who might describe Remi’s approach to parenting as questionable on a good day, he is still a father first. The lie is written all over Kaisel’s face, so bold that it is almost affectionate in its own way, and something warm glints in the Bastion’s sea-glass eyes as he lets it pass without so much as a challenge. Nodding as though he has been given a perfectly satisfactory answer, Remi’s mouth curves into a small smile. "Oh, good," he says, a quiet chuckle colouring the words. "It can be difficult to explain, so I am glad you caught on."
He gestures out one hand between them, palm up, the question carried with the same easy patience as though they are deciding who should take the first turn at a game rather than navigating this strange bit of dream logic that Remi is very certain Kaisel has not yet figured out. "Did you want to go first, then? Or shall I?" Before Kai can answer, the house simply ceases to be there.
It does not crumble or shatter, and there is no sense of movement to mark the change; one moment the crooked painting, scattered sand, and abandoned gummy worms are all precisely where they ought to be, and the next, the familiar walls have been replaced by open sky. Remi finds his feet planted on a narrow shelf of pale stone at the very top of a cliff, clouds roiling beneath them in slow, enormous folds that swallow any suggestion of ground below. Wind catches at the loose hem of his chambray and curls through his hair, cool and clean enough to make him squint as he looks out across the impossible height and then back to Kaisel with an expectant raise of his brows.
He gestures out one hand between them, palm up, the question carried with the same easy patience as though they are deciding who should take the first turn at a game rather than navigating this strange bit of dream logic that Remi is very certain Kaisel has not yet figured out. "Did you want to go first, then? Or shall I?" Before Kai can answer, the house simply ceases to be there.
It does not crumble or shatter, and there is no sense of movement to mark the change; one moment the crooked painting, scattered sand, and abandoned gummy worms are all precisely where they ought to be, and the next, the familiar walls have been replaced by open sky. Remi finds his feet planted on a narrow shelf of pale stone at the very top of a cliff, clouds roiling beneath them in slow, enormous folds that swallow any suggestion of ground below. Wind catches at the loose hem of his chambray and curls through his hair, cool and clean enough to make him squint as he looks out across the impossible height and then back to Kaisel with an expectant raise of his brows.
and I said "only ever other memory"
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.
