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
"Well if you did, it would have been because I'd likely have been one of your few dance partners not trying to undress you as we danced." Remi chuckles crookedly. "You cannot tell me that those things were not just an excuse for the bluebloods to get a bit messy." Even he remembered the pawing hands, the groping, the number of closets which would have benefited from an occupied sign.
"You should see the number of things he puts in my hair to make it look like this." Remi says with a roll of his eyes. Ronin had taken to twisting his curls around one finger to get them each just so; conveniently so long as Remi could sit with his knitting or fishing rod, he wasn't too terribly bothered by it.
"Oh?" Surprised but delighted to hear that Isla was well—you know, given the neverending doom and gloom around them—he beams at her just as his hand slides away from her lower back and he pushes her out into a spin. It's the perfect moment for it too, as Isla will likely be able to see Remi's expression go from friendly adoration to possessive and confused, and back again, all in one revolution.
'You...think?' He prompts as he pulls her back against him, and whether the way his hand is splayed across her body has grown more firm or if it's just happenstance, is anyone's guess.
"You should see the number of things he puts in my hair to make it look like this." Remi says with a roll of his eyes. Ronin had taken to twisting his curls around one finger to get them each just so; conveniently so long as Remi could sit with his knitting or fishing rod, he wasn't too terribly bothered by it.
"Oh?" Surprised but delighted to hear that Isla was well—you know, given the neverending doom and gloom around them—he beams at her just as his hand slides away from her lower back and he pushes her out into a spin. It's the perfect moment for it too, as Isla will likely be able to see Remi's expression go from friendly adoration to possessive and confused, and back again, all in one revolution.
'You...think?' He prompts as he pulls her back against him, and whether the way his hand is splayed across her body has grown more firm or if it's just happenstance, is anyone's guess.
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.
