the bastion
Swear I'll start using my words
If I don't lose, how can I learn?
If I don't lose, how can I learn?
With the tube held almost threateningly aloft at the Knight, Remi pauses thoughtfully as Ronin's warning is given. Seeming to rethink his plans—entirely of his own accord, of course—instead, the Bastion raises his shoulder with playful petulance to ward off the Knight's kisses.
Spurting out an entirely appropriate amount of paint onto his fingers, Remi lifts his gaze in an attempt to measure how accurately he'd selected this particular paint colour. No one shade could ever properly capture the blue of Ronin's eyes, not with their fae-bright hues or storm clouds, but Remi found he wasn't unhappy with his selection now that he could compare in person.
"We should be naked on the beach more often." The Bastion muses as he adds a bit of blue to the black ink spilling across his husband's shoulder. Using his hand as a palette, Remi paints across the various scars that silver Ronin's body with a faint smile.
Spurting out an entirely appropriate amount of paint onto his fingers, Remi lifts his gaze in an attempt to measure how accurately he'd selected this particular paint colour. No one shade could ever properly capture the blue of Ronin's eyes, not with their fae-bright hues or storm clouds, but Remi found he wasn't unhappy with his selection now that he could compare in person.
"We should be naked on the beach more often." The Bastion muses as he adds a bit of blue to the black ink spilling across his husband's shoulder. Using his hand as a palette, Remi paints across the various scars that silver Ronin's body with a faint smile.
Can't heal unless your heart hurts
I'll try waiting my turn
I'll try waiting my turn
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.
