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’s brow furrows at the mention of the DreamWalker. "Wasn’t that killed years ago?" he asks, only for understanding to settle across his features as Melita clarifies that she means its antlers. "Ahhh," he murmurs, nodding as he draws in a slow breath. "I wouldn’t bank on Rae offering anything particularly helpful. From what I’ve seen of them in the past, they tend to prefer staying out of things."
He runs a hand back through his curls as their server arrives with the drinks, humming his thanks before lifting his glass. The cocktail carries the familiar taste of his Upside Down Waterfall gin beneath whatever Flora has built around it, and Remi takes a small sip while he considers the question. "I suppose it depends on whether we think Ludo is hiding because it wants to be found, or because it’s upset about something." Neither possibility feels especially reassuring, though the latter tightens faintly at the corners of his eyes.
At the question of sleep, Remi tilts his head, his expression turning briefly apologetic. "Well...yes, to be honest," he admits, though a small smile softens the concern in his face. "But we do have new twins at home, and even though they aren’t newborns anymore, they’re still quite a handful." It makes exhaustion difficult to treat as evidence of anything beyond the ordinary chaos waiting for him and Ronin at home.
He runs a hand back through his curls as their server arrives with the drinks, humming his thanks before lifting his glass. The cocktail carries the familiar taste of his Upside Down Waterfall gin beneath whatever Flora has built around it, and Remi takes a small sip while he considers the question. "I suppose it depends on whether we think Ludo is hiding because it wants to be found, or because it’s upset about something." Neither possibility feels especially reassuring, though the latter tightens faintly at the corners of his eyes.
At the question of sleep, Remi tilts his head, his expression turning briefly apologetic. "Well...yes, to be honest," he admits, though a small smile softens the concern in his face. "But we do have new twins at home, and even though they aren’t newborns anymore, they’re still quite a handful." It makes exhaustion difficult to treat as evidence of anything beyond the ordinary chaos waiting for him and Ronin at home.
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.
