wild in the silence; no way to make it right
"Gasp." The Bastion hisses under his breath before rolling his eyes. Note how he doesn't offer any real evidence to the contrary though. That's either because he thinks Ronin is very wrong or annoyingly right.
"I think it matters if they are biased, yes." Remi hums as he slips an arm around his husband's waist. "Sorry, do you want me to think about having sex with women and imagining other men, or shall I kiss you?" Sam absolutely could have been described as small, smooth, and fragile. Loren too. Those weren't particularly happy thoughts just now, and it was with a crumpled expression that Remi pushed them from his mind as he leaned his lips up toward Ronin's before fitting his wine glass between them and draining it instead.
"I think it matters if they are biased, yes." Remi hums as he slips an arm around his husband's waist. "Sorry, do you want me to think about having sex with women and imagining other men, or shall I kiss you?" Sam absolutely could have been described as small, smooth, and fragile. Loren too. Those weren't particularly happy thoughts just now, and it was with a crumpled expression that Remi pushed them from his mind as he leaned his lips up toward Ronin's before fitting his wine glass between them and draining it instead.
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.
