kidnap me from my reality & crushed pieces of my soul
"I am inclined to agree. The things I was able to create back then as a result of that magic was some of my best work." The Bastion agrees. "Certainly though with that sort of power does come...an inclination to simply act without thinking." Wincing a touch, Remi's nose wrinkles slightly before he gives his head a little shake. "At least it did for me. Leading up to the war when I was at my most powerful, certainly I acted in ways I look back on now with disgust and guilt. But there was no one to tell me no and I thought I knew best." That was the danger the abandoned possessed in his mind, for they didn't have a god or herald overseeing them.
"Ah, my apologies." Cheeks flushed thanks to the chill as much as Maea's discomfort, he laughs as she sticks her tongue out at him. "We were...well, Ronin led the Monster Hunter's Guild, and I had the Artisan's Guild. Most days he would be out hunting, and I would be in my shop working on some new and entirely unnecessary contraption." Glancing approvingly at the ring in Maea's hands, Remi smiles as he runs his fingers against a windchime on display.
Biting at the inside of his cheek, of all the thoughts Maea's words bring to his tongue, he can't find any reason to give voice to them. She was right, in every word and phrase. "Perhaps I have not lost all the arrogance of that power." He admits, sighing and ruffling his fingers through the back of his curls to displace some of the snow.
"I am sure you will bring it up at the ball, but...I am eager to know: what would you have us do differently?" Now more than aware in the errors of his thinking thus far, was keen to have someone—and why not Maea?—tell him what he ought to do instead.
"Ah, my apologies." Cheeks flushed thanks to the chill as much as Maea's discomfort, he laughs as she sticks her tongue out at him. "We were...well, Ronin led the Monster Hunter's Guild, and I had the Artisan's Guild. Most days he would be out hunting, and I would be in my shop working on some new and entirely unnecessary contraption." Glancing approvingly at the ring in Maea's hands, Remi smiles as he runs his fingers against a windchime on display.
Biting at the inside of his cheek, of all the thoughts Maea's words bring to his tongue, he can't find any reason to give voice to them. She was right, in every word and phrase. "Perhaps I have not lost all the arrogance of that power." He admits, sighing and ruffling his fingers through the back of his curls to displace some of the snow.
"I am sure you will bring it up at the ball, but...I am eager to know: what would you have us do differently?" Now more than aware in the errors of his thinking thus far, was keen to have someone—and why not Maea?—tell him what he ought to do instead.
colour me outside the lines
until my shattered heart is whole
REMI
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.
