the bastion
Lifting his eyes, Remi reached for Maea's hand without thought. The spray of spilled oil that glistened brightly with a myriad of competing emotions coated their connection, sparkling with onyx hues that reached and spread. It should have made him shiver or perhaps recoil, but all he saw in it was someone lost and lonely and looking to save the few connections she'd made. "Just...just ask yourself if you're doing it because it's what's best for them in the aftermath of all of this, or if it's what you want." Selfishness, as she'd noted, had been a guiding force in what had ultimately led her down this path and now it seemed to be the liferaft she thought she'd ride out the roughened sea of consequences.
But, some instincts just couldn't be ignored, just as some lessons had to be learned the hard way, again and again.
"I only wish I was better at it." Remi murmured with a small smile, his thumb sliding along the ridge of her knuckles and then back again. "You'll get through this, Maea. It might not be easy, but you will."
But, some instincts just couldn't be ignored, just as some lessons had to be learned the hard way, again and again.
"I only wish I was better at it." Remi murmured with a small smile, his thumb sliding along the ridge of her knuckles and then back again. "You'll get through this, Maea. It might not be easy, but you will."
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.







