kidnap me from my reality & crushed pieces of my soul
"Or maybe you won't." Remi says with a small shrug and easy smile. "I have never died but still there are wounds I am not sure I will ever get over, no matter how much I heal." The prominent scars across his throat, hidden just now by his scarf, had never quite stopped itching no matter how well-healed the flesh had become.
"Well...I suppose anything can be a game if you are competitive enough, but I think it is more a thing to do to relax. A picture is broken down into small segments with numbers inside, and the numbers correspond to colours. Basically, it is painting for people who typically are not so good at it." Remi explained. In the back of his mind, though, he did think the sex-canvas idea was a pretty good gift for Ronin, and so kept his eye out for a large canvas and paint as they wandered.
"Mmmm. It can be that. I am lucky in that I have always had Ronin to share the burden with. I cannot imagine what it would be like for the others." Her honesty has him softening considerably, and it's with a gentle nudge of his shoulder against hers that he smiles. "You absolutely can help. Brawn is not all it is cracked up to be. Cleverness is almost always what wins the day, and you have far more of it than most."
Chuckling a touch as he too bites into his pie, Remi has no such issues with speaking with his mouth full. "The way it sounds, you mean? Si." He grins. "It is called the Travelling Tongue where I was from. Era una lingua parlata dai poveri, e ora... parlata solo da me." Really leaning into the musicality of the language, the Bastion chuckles before helping himself to another bite.
"But yes. No doubt Flora will tell me all about your meeting and how both Ronin and I need to do better."
"Well...I suppose anything can be a game if you are competitive enough, but I think it is more a thing to do to relax. A picture is broken down into small segments with numbers inside, and the numbers correspond to colours. Basically, it is painting for people who typically are not so good at it." Remi explained. In the back of his mind, though, he did think the sex-canvas idea was a pretty good gift for Ronin, and so kept his eye out for a large canvas and paint as they wandered.
"Mmmm. It can be that. I am lucky in that I have always had Ronin to share the burden with. I cannot imagine what it would be like for the others." Her honesty has him softening considerably, and it's with a gentle nudge of his shoulder against hers that he smiles. "You absolutely can help. Brawn is not all it is cracked up to be. Cleverness is almost always what wins the day, and you have far more of it than most."
Chuckling a touch as he too bites into his pie, Remi has no such issues with speaking with his mouth full. "The way it sounds, you mean? Si." He grins. "It is called the Travelling Tongue where I was from. Era una lingua parlata dai poveri, e ora... parlata solo da me." Really leaning into the musicality of the language, the Bastion chuckles before helping himself to another bite.
"But yes. No doubt Flora will tell me all about your meeting and how both Ronin and I need to do better."
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.
