Some things must pass away, and some things are regained Characters: Sinister, Gambit Location: Sinister's Lab and Lunch Topside of Poveglia Island Content/Summery: Father/Son Bonding! It'd be cute if Remy knew what was occuring.
Essex gazed out over the lagoon, the lights of Venice in the distance. None of the boaters on the water came anywhere near his little spot of calm. The bones that washed up on shore and the ghostly chill that creeped over the grounds and some distance over the waves that licked the marrow clean and pushed their decrepit treasures toward the isle that spawned them. A glass of wine dangled from his fingers and he sighed slightly, speaking to the only true guest he'd ever brought there.
"Are you still experiencing pain in your ribs?"
It was a suitably bland question. No indication that he might actually feel a bit of worry about the wound. Even if he did. Which he didn't, because he was no longer capable of such emotions. They had been purged from him long before and despite the continuation of the oddly disturbing and emotional dreams over the last weeks since Remy had returned to his service, he did not actually feel anything but the need to ensure his property was in working order.