again and again and again

the bastion

i don't want the world to see me,
because I don't think they'd understand

"Alright, I suppose that is true." Remi agrees, pulling Isla against him and burying his nose against the crook of her neck where the familiar scent of her was strong enough to transport his mind far away from crowded ballrooms.

"We both know that he did." The Bastion confirms with a boyish smile, before straightening. Tilting his chin upward slightly to allow Isla her fussing, Remi smiles adoringly at her before glancing toward the dancefloor with instant agreement. "You know, once upon a time I rather did like these things." He murmurs, extending a hand to her before moving out onto the floor. Unlike with Everest, Remi's aura was such that most did their best to avoid bumping into him, such that as he placed his hand on his stomach and bowed before the former duchess, a good-sized circle of space had appeared around the pair.

"Clearly you needed no help." He says as he rises, his sea glass stare appreciably taking in the wine-dark contours of Isla's gown. The failed date the pair went on years prior was probably the last time the Bastion had seen the Remedy in anything more than casual clothing, and where once the slit up her thigh would have driven him slightly mad with desire, but now with only the memory of his memories of those times, his feelings on the matter are much more above board. "You look absolutely stunning."

when everything's meant to be broken,
i just want you to know who I am

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!