These are the last blues we're ever gonna have
Where once The Stranger could have seamlessly blended into the shadows simply by remaining still, alas now he was forced to resort to more common measures of being unobserved, namely, skulking. So it was that Remi moved with the crowd, choosing to linger beside one of the market stalls to track Ronin's movements.
Even from a distance, the sight of the Nova was such that Remi felt his breath catch in his throat as his stomach fluttered. The years had been as kind to Ronin as they had been cruel, such that the snow around his temples and the strands that silvered his hair spoke of a man whose fingers had come far from the sorts that fumbled due to a lack of experience. The outfit chosen was reminiscent of when first the pair had met, and though anyone seeing Ronin would be unable not to recognize him for who he was, if Remi squinted the right way, he could easily see the young captain of the guard that his husband had once been.
Pulling out the flower he was meant to wear, the Bastion waited until he found someone who was approximately his height. No one matched his bulk, but thanks the cloak he's brought, he thought the ploy would work well enough. After an exchange of coins and a whispered word, a younger man donned the cloak, pinning the flower to the chest before sauntering down toward the docks with a simple instruction: Get Ronin to follow you back into the marketplace.
Even from a distance, the sight of the Nova was such that Remi felt his breath catch in his throat as his stomach fluttered. The years had been as kind to Ronin as they had been cruel, such that the snow around his temples and the strands that silvered his hair spoke of a man whose fingers had come far from the sorts that fumbled due to a lack of experience. The outfit chosen was reminiscent of when first the pair had met, and though anyone seeing Ronin would be unable not to recognize him for who he was, if Remi squinted the right way, he could easily see the young captain of the guard that his husband had once been.
Pulling out the flower he was meant to wear, the Bastion waited until he found someone who was approximately his height. No one matched his bulk, but thanks the cloak he's brought, he thought the ploy would work well enough. After an exchange of coins and a whispered word, a younger man donned the cloak, pinning the flower to the chest before sauntering down toward the docks with a simple instruction: Get Ronin to follow you back into the marketplace.
the glow of the cities below lead us back to the places that we never should have left
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.
