honey, you're familiar like my mirror years ago
"You had better not let Flora hear you say that or she'll demand that you reprise your roll as go go dancer in the tavern." It's strange to imagine Ronin dancing on a table; starting fights, not at all, but dancing? on tables? "When you and I became friends things were already so tense in the the Grounds, I admit it's a little hard to imagine."
Sipping in a breath that seems to fill more than just his lungs, Remi lets it out amidst a shivery laugh. "Oh, no no. I'm not sure you ever saw my best party trick, but it was to simply fly away." Making a poof with his fingers, the Bastion grinned at the memory. "As incredibly embarrassing as it was, if I was ever worried about crossing a line with another man, I'd just..." Whistling a trill, he nodded toward the open window.
Shaking his head and chuckling at himself, he knocked his cup against Ronin's before downing its contents. Glancing at the mattress which had been leaning against the wall, Remi ran his tongue across his teeth as he stared at it for a moment. "As much as I appreciate faithful reproductions...would you be at all offended by a few changes?" Subtle at first, the uneven floorboards would slowly become covered with sand as the light from the window began to stream through in thick shafts of warm sunlight. The crash of Northaven's ocean suddenly sounded much closer than it had any right to, and as for the shoddy little mattress? A rather grand bed with fresh white sheets was slowly becoming solid where the wall should have been.
Sipping in a breath that seems to fill more than just his lungs, Remi lets it out amidst a shivery laugh. "Oh, no no. I'm not sure you ever saw my best party trick, but it was to simply fly away." Making a poof with his fingers, the Bastion grinned at the memory. "As incredibly embarrassing as it was, if I was ever worried about crossing a line with another man, I'd just..." Whistling a trill, he nodded toward the open window.
Shaking his head and chuckling at himself, he knocked his cup against Ronin's before downing its contents. Glancing at the mattress which had been leaning against the wall, Remi ran his tongue across his teeth as he stared at it for a moment. "As much as I appreciate faithful reproductions...would you be at all offended by a few changes?" Subtle at first, the uneven floorboards would slowly become covered with sand as the light from the window began to stream through in thick shafts of warm sunlight. The crash of Northaven's ocean suddenly sounded much closer than it had any right to, and as for the shoddy little mattress? A rather grand bed with fresh white sheets was slowly becoming solid where the wall should have been.
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.
