the bastion
Ruffling a hand through his curls before conjuring a feather from his wrist and twirling it between his fingers, Remi bites at the inside of his cheek as he stares down at the fluttering bit of his own pale plumage. "I meant after. Once the ancient had left and you followed." Remi clarified with an apologetic smile for not having been clearer.
"The conversation before that...regardless of the morality of the issue, it sounded like you were asking for more than they thought you were entitled to." A compromise perhaps is what actual friends would have strived to achieve, but by all accounts, only one of them considered themselves to be that. No amount of logic or yelling could beat down walls that had no reason to lower. "After, though. When the ancient had left and you followed? What were you thinking?" It's the only part of the story she'd left out, her actual intentions, and if it wasn't a desperate grab to stay afloat Remi couldn't think what it had been.
Pulling back his hand, the Bastion smirked softly before letting his expression grow more appropriately serious. "Treating people as a means to an end, distancing yourself from your emotions...it's a slippery slope to be sure, but real villains rarely try so hard to fix a situation, misguided though their efforts might be. Nor do they call up old friends for tea to talk about it." He points out with a raise of his eyebrow.
In an instant, the Bastion's eyes darken as his lip tugs up in an unconscious snarl to hear the summoner's name. "He did the same to me." Remi growls, thinking of the pathetic manipulation Loren had tried to use to get the Bastion to acquiesce to another of his games. Gods, it made him furious to think of it even now. Forcing his mind back to their actual conversation with an audible click of his teeth, it's with an almost naive look of disappointment that he gently nods his head. "Then you do know how manipulative it can be, to demand that of someone. How long it stays with them." He says evenly, sighing, thinking that perhaps Maea might not have known the ramifications of her words at the time.
"After what happened with Sunjata, we didn't speak for years." Twisting the steam of the pale feather in his hands, he watched it until it was a blur of motion. "I let him kill me up in a dream, once, to try and even the odds, and he still broke my nose at the recent Tournament I threw." At this, the Bastion grins a touch crookedly, as if boyishly amused of the fact that after so many years it had still come to blows. "Even now Ronin and I fought about whether or not we should go and see him." He adds, if only to show just how longSky's characters grudges could be held.
"The conversation before that...regardless of the morality of the issue, it sounded like you were asking for more than they thought you were entitled to." A compromise perhaps is what actual friends would have strived to achieve, but by all accounts, only one of them considered themselves to be that. No amount of logic or yelling could beat down walls that had no reason to lower. "After, though. When the ancient had left and you followed? What were you thinking?" It's the only part of the story she'd left out, her actual intentions, and if it wasn't a desperate grab to stay afloat Remi couldn't think what it had been.
Pulling back his hand, the Bastion smirked softly before letting his expression grow more appropriately serious. "Treating people as a means to an end, distancing yourself from your emotions...it's a slippery slope to be sure, but real villains rarely try so hard to fix a situation, misguided though their efforts might be. Nor do they call up old friends for tea to talk about it." He points out with a raise of his eyebrow.
In an instant, the Bastion's eyes darken as his lip tugs up in an unconscious snarl to hear the summoner's name. "He did the same to me." Remi growls, thinking of the pathetic manipulation Loren had tried to use to get the Bastion to acquiesce to another of his games. Gods, it made him furious to think of it even now. Forcing his mind back to their actual conversation with an audible click of his teeth, it's with an almost naive look of disappointment that he gently nods his head. "Then you do know how manipulative it can be, to demand that of someone. How long it stays with them." He says evenly, sighing, thinking that perhaps Maea might not have known the ramifications of her words at the time.
"After what happened with Sunjata, we didn't speak for years." Twisting the steam of the pale feather in his hands, he watched it until it was a blur of motion. "I let him kill me up in a dream, once, to try and even the odds, and he still broke my nose at the recent Tournament I threw." At this, the Bastion grins a touch crookedly, as if boyishly amused of the fact that after so many years it had still come to blows. "Even now Ronin and I fought about whether or not we should go and see him." He adds, if only to show just how long
I got a feeling inside that I can't domesticate
It doesn't wanna live in a cage,
A feeling that I can't housebreak
It doesn't wanna live in a cage,
A feeling that I can't housebreak
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.
