hope keeps us breathing, just to kill us in the end
Where Jack's words would have had little Cupid's arrows and cartoon hearts glistening across Flora's eyes, Remi received them with a slow curl of his upper lip, his fingers tightening around his biceps. Rolling one of his shoulders in an effort to stay the itch of his wings, he let out an intentionally slow breath as he looked the captain up and down. "So it's just..." Unable to bring himself to say just sex, the Bastion swallows, jaw feathering. "..a fling."
While no, Flora didn't look hurt or angry or upset and yes Remi had seen some amount of fuckery between his daughter and the captain, he'd also heard through the parental grapevine about trysts between Flora and Asta and about she and the dragoon. That had at least been serious enough to warrant conversations about him with her dead brother, her mother, Sunjata, and for Ronin to step in to keep Koa in line.
While no, Flora didn't look hurt or angry or upset and yes Remi had seen some amount of fuckery between his daughter and the captain, he'd also heard through the parental grapevine about trysts between Flora and Asta and about she and the dragoon. That had at least been serious enough to warrant conversations about him with her dead brother, her mother, Sunjata, and for Ronin to step in to keep Koa in line.
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.
