wild in the silence; no way to make it right
"Not to lie?" Remi repeats through lips slightly squished by the position of his husband's hands on his cheeks. "Are you really telling me that you would consider calling an old woman young lady the sort of lie that Vi would disapprove of?" Tutting under his breath, the Bastion can only shake his head.
"Far be it for me to offer someone like you advice on the subject, but certainly, the morality of lies no longer matters when trying to cheer up aging widows."
Shaking his head as if wildly displeased with his husband's new stance on lying—what happened to the man whose advice was to lie to get out of awkward situations or to otherwise appear friendly?—Remi refilled both of their glasses before glancing at the mess of decorations now strewn about on the floor like the haughty gay he was.
"Far be it for me to offer someone like you advice on the subject, but certainly, the morality of lies no longer matters when trying to cheer up aging widows."
Shaking his head as if wildly displeased with his husband's new stance on lying—what happened to the man whose advice was to lie to get out of awkward situations or to otherwise appear friendly?—Remi refilled both of their glasses before glancing at the mess of decorations now strewn about on the floor like the haughty gay he was.
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.
