honey, you're familiar like my mirror years ago
"You know I am a stickler for details." Remi replies, shrugging apologetically as if he indeed meant to plunge a dagger into his husband's side merely for the sake of authenticity.
Kissing Ronin slowly, chastely, as if it really was the sort of kiss they might have once had in this very room, the Bastion blushes furiously as they part, his eyes dropping to Ronin's shoulder. "I imagine it more often than I care to admit." Remi admits, huffing laughter under his breath. "And while I never miss being home, sometimes I think I miss the things that might have happened there." It was an absurd thing to say, and immediately the Bastion rolled his eyes at his own suggestion. "Or at least, when I ignore the fact that we would never have been allowed to be together, I think about what moments like this could have been like."
Moments which, if having been given enough time, might have seen the pair sharing more than just a slice of bread in Remi's little apartment. Where he might not have erupted into a ball of feathers at the mere suggestion of being touched, but could have instead wedged his broken door closed behind them and let his hands and tongue break each and everyone one of Northaven's strict rules.
Kissing Ronin slowly, chastely, as if it really was the sort of kiss they might have once had in this very room, the Bastion blushes furiously as they part, his eyes dropping to Ronin's shoulder. "I imagine it more often than I care to admit." Remi admits, huffing laughter under his breath. "And while I never miss being home, sometimes I think I miss the things that might have happened there." It was an absurd thing to say, and immediately the Bastion rolled his eyes at his own suggestion. "Or at least, when I ignore the fact that we would never have been allowed to be together, I think about what moments like this could have been like."
Moments which, if having been given enough time, might have seen the pair sharing more than just a slice of bread in Remi's little apartment. Where he might not have erupted into a ball of feathers at the mere suggestion of being touched, but could have instead wedged his broken door closed behind them and let his hands and tongue break each and everyone one of Northaven's strict rules.
idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on its sword
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.
