kidnap me from my reality & crushed pieces of my soul
Chuckling, Remi regards Maea's pale lavender (or were they blue? or now pink?) eyes for a moment as he tucks his hand back in his pocket. "Here—" Fishing for something, the Bastion eventually came up with a small clay cup that looked full of water, despite having been plucked from the folds of his coat. "Just in case you find yourself alone, next time. It should do the trick."
Exhaling hard enough to have a cloud forming in front of his lips, Remi looks up toward the sky for a moment as he tries to find the words to explain a place like Northaven. "Gods, well..." He begins, his cheeks flushing darkly as several unhappy memories blistered in his mind. "We were at war as I mentioned, and so a good portion of our time was spent training and such, and the other..." Pressing his teeth together hard enough to have his jaw feathering, Remi glances at Maea, tight-lipped. "Well, there was a big push for procreation." He explained, unhappily. "Being gay was punishable by death, and so..." Rubbing at the bridge of his nose, the Bastion held his breath, recalling the number of dates he'd gone in, the women he was with, the lies he tried to live. Eventually, he could only shrug, hoping Maea could fill in the pieces. "It was a very classist society. I was at the bottom of it, making me quite expendable. Ronin was somewhere in the upper-middle as a baron."
Considering her question, Remi can only glance a touch helplessly at the sky and shake his head. "Northaven was successful, if you can call it that, in their efforts, because of how strict they were. You trained, you fought, you did what you were told and if you didn't? Punishment, jail, death."
Remi has given Maea
Type: Light | Style: Other | Level: Mastered
Spring Water | Held in a clay cup that cannot spill, this water can fully restore the HP of anyone/anything who drinks from it and removes any status effects they might have. One use.
Exhaling hard enough to have a cloud forming in front of his lips, Remi looks up toward the sky for a moment as he tries to find the words to explain a place like Northaven. "Gods, well..." He begins, his cheeks flushing darkly as several unhappy memories blistered in his mind. "We were at war as I mentioned, and so a good portion of our time was spent training and such, and the other..." Pressing his teeth together hard enough to have his jaw feathering, Remi glances at Maea, tight-lipped. "Well, there was a big push for procreation." He explained, unhappily. "Being gay was punishable by death, and so..." Rubbing at the bridge of his nose, the Bastion held his breath, recalling the number of dates he'd gone in, the women he was with, the lies he tried to live. Eventually, he could only shrug, hoping Maea could fill in the pieces. "It was a very classist society. I was at the bottom of it, making me quite expendable. Ronin was somewhere in the upper-middle as a baron."
Considering her question, Remi can only glance a touch helplessly at the sky and shake his head. "Northaven was successful, if you can call it that, in their efforts, because of how strict they were. You trained, you fought, you did what you were told and if you didn't? Punishment, jail, death."
Remi has given Maea
Type: Light | Style: Other | Level: Mastered
Spring Water | Held in a clay cup that cannot spill, this water can fully restore the HP of anyone/anything who drinks from it and removes any status effects they might have. One use.
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.
