honey, you're familiar like my mirror years ago
Remi's smile is slow at first as he looks toward the little table, his sea-glass stare lingering on nothing in particular and yet taking in the various projects that he'd been working on, once upon a time. "Well.." Grinning slyly, the Bastion considers. "First I would have at least offered you some butter or jam for the bread." He explains as he releases his husband's hand so that he could sit down at the opposite side of the table. "At the time I was so hopelessly awkward that I couldn't even think past the fact that you were sitting in my apartment, much less try to be a good host." So saying, Remi reaches over his shoulder where, wouldn't you know it, a small jar of raspberry jam has appeared. Inkwelllll
"Even if I couldn't have reached out for your hand or dared to kiss you, at the very least I'd have tried to maintain eye contact with you without melting into a puddle. Gods—" Lifting his chin, the Bastion laughs warmly at the memory of the man he used to be. "—when you were stabbed, I'm sure I was far more concerned with the implications of touching you the way I was rather than getting you to someone who get help."
Straightening, Remi reached for the bottle of wine and the two little mismatched cups set already on the table. "Anyway, I'd have poured us each a glass of wine and toasted to you as the captain of training. I'd have been suave and far easier to talk to then I actually was back then, suggesting all sorts of interesting inventions that you might use with your trainees all so that we could spend more time together." Winking, he poured them each a glass.
"Even if I couldn't have reached out for your hand or dared to kiss you, at the very least I'd have tried to maintain eye contact with you without melting into a puddle. Gods—" Lifting his chin, the Bastion laughs warmly at the memory of the man he used to be. "—when you were stabbed, I'm sure I was far more concerned with the implications of touching you the way I was rather than getting you to someone who get help."
Straightening, Remi reached for the bottle of wine and the two little mismatched cups set already on the table. "Anyway, I'd have poured us each a glass of wine and toasted to you as the captain of training. I'd have been suave and far easier to talk to then I actually was back then, suggesting all sorts of interesting inventions that you might use with your trainees all so that we could spend more time together." Winking, he poured them each a glass.
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.
