honey, you're familiar like my mirror years ago
Nearly choking into his wine at the memory, even after all these years that one in particular could unravel him in an instant, Remi wiped at his mouth with the back of his hand and shot his husband a wry look. "Mm, that's a good point." The Bastion concedes, raising an eyebrow. "You are quite dull with your clothes on." Laughing warmly at that, Remi took it upon himself to refill their cups before leaning back in his chair.
"You didn't, no." Clucking under his tongue and sighing as if to communicate that the damage of that particular oversight was very much done already, Remi's expression grew suddenly interested.
"Very rude." He agrees. "Well, go on then." Clearing his throat, Remi tried to look appropriately nervous as he'd have done back then. All he could muster was a crooked smile and eyes that jumped from Ronin's shoulder to his hands and then back again.
"You didn't, no." Clucking under his tongue and sighing as if to communicate that the damage of that particular oversight was very much done already, Remi's expression grew suddenly interested.
"Very rude." He agrees. "Well, go on then." Clearing his throat, Remi tried to look appropriately nervous as he'd have done back then. All he could muster was a crooked smile and eyes that jumped from Ronin's shoulder to his hands and then back again.
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.
