[SE] the art of procrastination

kidnap me from my reality & crushed pieces of my soul

"Oh?" Reaching for one of his remaining manticore feathers to trade for a giant canvas with the understanding that he'd come and pick it up again once he and Maea were finished browsing around, Remi suddenly looked concerned, his seaglass stare roving over the jacket the ancient wore as if he might somehow see through it and down to whatever injuries she might have. "Are you alright?" Flora had become moody, sour, and generally hostile as well as having a wound which refused to heal; from at least this brief encounter Maea seemed more or less herself, but then, what did he really know?

Laughing warmly, Remi shrugged. "Only Mateo really speaks it. Flora has never shown much interest and Ronin..." Well, the Knight's own accent made it almost impossible for him to speak the words they were meant to be said, such that Remi almost always threw something at his husband any time he tried.

Staggering to the side as he was elbowed, the Bastion could only grin and nod. "Gods, nor me. That is likely not the only reason I was never much good as a leader, but it is definitely up there." When it came to diplomacy or anything resembling any sort of charm, Remi immediately deferred to his better half.

colour me outside the lines

until my shattered heart is whole

REMI

Table & Gif-sniping by SKY who deserves our love and affection for always.