These are the last blues we're ever gonna have
Swallowing hard for reasons both theatrical and genuine, Remi lifts his chin as if that might stop the quivery burn of desire blooming in the back of his throat. Trying not to flinch at his husband's bruising search, it's with dusty-pink cheeks and eyes slightly narrowed that the Bastion grins tightly at the Nova's futile efforts. "A clumsy euphemism, if you ask me." He says, trying to keep his movements such that he won't bring himself into contact with Ronin any more than he already is lest his emotions betray the scene they're trying to set.
"If I am a magician, perhaps it is you who has what you're looking for. You know, like when a street performer pulls a coin out from behind a child's ear?" Tilting his head just so, one of Remi's eyebrows flinches behind his curls.
"Shall I show you?"
"If I am a magician, perhaps it is you who has what you're looking for. You know, like when a street performer pulls a coin out from behind a child's ear?" Tilting his head just so, one of Remi's eyebrows flinches behind his curls.
"Shall I show you?"
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.
