the bastion
Lifting his eyebrows, Remi tried to soften the edges of what he wanted to next say and found it incredibly difficult. Wishing desperately for his husband's silver tongue, eventually, the Bastion simply closed his eyes as he said: "Forgive me, but...those seem like very thin reasons." He knew from experience what it was like to be drawn in by just the tiniest modicum of kindness, and it pained him to see Maea on the verge of twisting who and what she was in an effort to belong. Especially with the sorts of people who, from what he'd heard thus far, weren't willing to change at all for her. "This ancient will probably need time and space, a good deal of it. The feeling you have of wanting to apologize, to make amends, just remember that so long as they aren't interested, anything you do will likely just fall on deaf ears and make things worse." He counselled carefully, opening his eyes and sighing softly.
As for the rest of it?
"You could always live here." Remi says, his shrug perhaps a touch more casual than the situation calls for. But then, having moved often, it was easier for him to simply pack up and leave when the situation required it of him. "Isla does, happily, but all accounts." He and the Remedy hunted together often, and from what he could tell, she wasn't disadvantaged at all as an ancient for not living in the Grounds with the rest of them. "It's perhaps also worth pointing out, and maybe it's because you never really noticed it before having been an ascended for so long, but this is not simply because you are an ancient. This is just what it means to be a predator." Perhaps, at their core, that's what it was to be an ancient as well, but gods if half the attuned population hadn't struggled with the instincts that took over.
For a moment Remi's brows flinch together as he lowers his eyes, inspecting the lines on his palms. "That sort of freedom comes with a high price as I think you've seen." He murmurs. "Right and wrong become...irrelevant." With how much Maea seemed to care about the intrinsic morality of the issues she found herself pressed up against, Remi couldn't see how she was ever going to be able to just let it all go.
As for the rest of it?
"You could always live here." Remi says, his shrug perhaps a touch more casual than the situation calls for. But then, having moved often, it was easier for him to simply pack up and leave when the situation required it of him. "Isla does, happily, but all accounts." He and the Remedy hunted together often, and from what he could tell, she wasn't disadvantaged at all as an ancient for not living in the Grounds with the rest of them. "It's perhaps also worth pointing out, and maybe it's because you never really noticed it before having been an ascended for so long, but this is not simply because you are an ancient. This is just what it means to be a predator." Perhaps, at their core, that's what it was to be an ancient as well, but gods if half the attuned population hadn't struggled with the instincts that took over.
For a moment Remi's brows flinch together as he lowers his eyes, inspecting the lines on his palms. "That sort of freedom comes with a high price as I think you've seen." He murmurs. "Right and wrong become...irrelevant." With how much Maea seemed to care about the intrinsic morality of the issues she found herself pressed up against, Remi couldn't see how she was ever going to be able to just let it all go.
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.
