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
"Honestly." The Bastion agrees, not quite sure if he was on the right side of the line between being Maea's friend and acting a touch too paternal, but deciding that so long as he wasn't falling into old patterns of behaviour, it was probably alright either way. "Then again, it all probably just seems like a bigger deal when something goes wrong when we are all together like this." Indeed, the same would have happened at his Tournament, had Doria made himself known rather than sticking to the shadows as he had.
Feeling the loreseeker straighten beneath his arm, Remi glanced down at her with his eyebrows softly raised. The smile on his lips was such that it had the dimples on his cheeks deepening, and it was with a half-bow that he removed his arm from Maea's shoulder to instead reach for her hand. "I would love to."
~FIN
Feeling the loreseeker straighten beneath his arm, Remi glanced down at her with his eyebrows softly raised. The smile on his lips was such that it had the dimples on his cheeks deepening, and it was with a half-bow that he removed his arm from Maea's shoulder to instead reach for her hand. "I would love to."
~FIN
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.
