wild in the silence; no way to make it right
Letting the heat from his kiss as much as the mulled wine spill onto Ronin's lips, the Bastion hums his approval at the decorating before stepping out of the Knight's way. "That is just being a good brewer." Remi argues. "How else am I to know how I stack up compared to them?"
Watching as the mistletoe was removed and hung with no small amount of skepticism (surely Ronin had stuffed some down his pants already, or was planning on it), the Bastion leaned against the corner of their table with a crooked smirk on his wine-stained lips. "Are the people arguing that also gay?" He wonders with a laugh, before wrinkling his nose. Gods, he did recall what it was like to be with Isla and his mind told him he had liked it. He even remembered having a crush on Rexanna once upon a time, but just now he couldn't even imagine having those feelings again. "They're just...so fragile and smooth everywhere." He complains with a shake of his head. "And far too small."
Watching as the mistletoe was removed and hung with no small amount of skepticism (surely Ronin had stuffed some down his pants already, or was planning on it), the Bastion leaned against the corner of their table with a crooked smirk on his wine-stained lips. "Are the people arguing that also gay?" He wonders with a laugh, before wrinkling his nose. Gods, he did recall what it was like to be with Isla and his mind told him he had liked it. He even remembered having a crush on Rexanna once upon a time, but just now he couldn't even imagine having those feelings again. "They're just...so fragile and smooth everywhere." He complains with a shake of his head. "And far too small."
THE BASTION
i’ve been chasin the storm of a lovesick lonely lie
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.
