the bastion
i don't want the world to see me,
because I don't think they'd understand
because I don't think they'd understand
"Mmmm, I do not think so either. But then..." Remi shrugs as if to say why would we have?, he too shrugs out of his jacket and hands it over before fussing a touch with his necktie when he thought Ronin wasn't looking.
Dressed in a much darker colour palette than his counterpart (though having absolutely been dressed by said counterpart), Remi had a tuft of pale luxere fluff bound in red cord pinned above his heart. "That is absolutely a deal." The Bastion agrees at once, sliding his arm around Ronin's lower back and tugging the Knight onto the dance floor. Opting to let Ronin lead—he was better at it, not that Remi would admit it under any circumstances—the Bastion immediately relaxed as the pair began to move together, the steps of which would only be known to the likes of those such as Isla. "I am not sure I will ever attend a ball and not think of Northaven." Remi chuckles as his fingers smoothly interlace through his husband's. "This is perhaps not as grand as it was back then, but...at least we can be together." Emphasizing this sentiment, Remi leans forward to capture his husband's lips in the sort of kiss that would have had them both thrown in jail immediately.
Lost happily in the fae-blue of his husband's eyes and the ease with which they skim across the dance floor together, Remi hardly even notices Maea 's approach, or that she's speaking to them until Ronin is squeezing his hand softly and bringing their steps to a halt. Slightly flushed and looking all the more boyish for the flustered way Ronin always makes him feel when the Knight properly dresses up, it's with a crooked smile that he nods to the ancient. "I just knew someone was going to say something like that." Remi sighed under his breath, offering Maea an apologetic smile.
Dressed in a much darker colour palette than his counterpart (though having absolutely been dressed by said counterpart), Remi had a tuft of pale luxere fluff bound in red cord pinned above his heart. "That is absolutely a deal." The Bastion agrees at once, sliding his arm around Ronin's lower back and tugging the Knight onto the dance floor. Opting to let Ronin lead—he was better at it, not that Remi would admit it under any circumstances—the Bastion immediately relaxed as the pair began to move together, the steps of which would only be known to the likes of those such as Isla. "I am not sure I will ever attend a ball and not think of Northaven." Remi chuckles as his fingers smoothly interlace through his husband's. "This is perhaps not as grand as it was back then, but...at least we can be together." Emphasizing this sentiment, Remi leans forward to capture his husband's lips in the sort of kiss that would have had them both thrown in jail immediately.
Lost happily in the fae-blue of his husband's eyes and the ease with which they skim across the dance floor together, Remi hardly even notices Maea 's approach, or that she's speaking to them until Ronin is squeezing his hand softly and bringing their steps to a halt. Slightly flushed and looking all the more boyish for the flustered way Ronin always makes him feel when the Knight properly dresses up, it's with a crooked smile that he nods to the ancient. "I just knew someone was going to say something like that." Remi sighed under his breath, offering Maea an apologetic smile.
when everything's meant to be broken,
i just want you to know who I am
i just want you to know who I am
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.
