kidnap me from my reality & crushed pieces of my soul
"Mmmm." The Bastion hummed, before hissing in a breath and rubbing above one eyebrow. "That must have been a terrible way to die. I'm so sorry." He murmured with a soft sigh, his breath causing a hazy cloud to appear and dissipate around his lips.
Grinning boyishly at that, Remi reached for one of the slingshots and gently pulled on the elastic. "Have you ever seen those large canvases, where you—" Biting at the inside of his cheek, the Bastion cleared his throat. He'd been thinking of where you go naked and had sex on the canvas covered in paint, though recalling Maea's earlier reaction to his mention of his sex life, the Bastion thought perhaps it wasn't worth mentioning. "—er, paint by number?"
Also I forgot Remi won't be at the meeting since he isn't a leader LOL "A...burden, I would think." The Bastion answered, wincing at Maea as if anticipating her disappointment in his answer. "The majority of us are immortal, and we are not just strong on our own, we are strong because we are demigods. Deimos...is the exception, not the rule." He said with a sigh. "We all chose to be what we are. I think that is different than simply signing up to help." Or, maybe it wasn't; Remi's expression brilliantly displayed his confusion in that the lines around his pale eyes deepened, and the corners of his mouth tugged down in a frown. "But maybe I do not know what I am talking about. Ronin was always the soldier, never me."
As for delegation, communication, and planning? Lifting his chin somewhat, Remi laughs warmly at that. "Well, I cannot wait for my daughter to be the one to tell me what it is I should be doing. Before the tournament, she told me that I needed to train more." Patting at his stomach, Remi chuckles again before it occurs to him that perhaps Maea and Flora had never met. "Do you know her? My daughter?"
Grinning boyishly at that, Remi reached for one of the slingshots and gently pulled on the elastic. "Have you ever seen those large canvases, where you—" Biting at the inside of his cheek, the Bastion cleared his throat. He'd been thinking of where you go naked and had sex on the canvas covered in paint, though recalling Maea's earlier reaction to his mention of his sex life, the Bastion thought perhaps it wasn't worth mentioning. "—er, paint by number?"
As for delegation, communication, and planning? Lifting his chin somewhat, Remi laughs warmly at that. "Well, I cannot wait for my daughter to be the one to tell me what it is I should be doing. Before the tournament, she told me that I needed to train more." Patting at his stomach, Remi chuckles again before it occurs to him that perhaps Maea and Flora had never met. "Do you know her? My daughter?"
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.
