the victims of ourselves

the bastion

Heavy like a landslide
That's the way my heart beats now

Holding up his hands once more, Remi bows his head and nods. "You're right. I'm sorry, I only—" Before he can continue her fist is connecting against his throat, and while it isn't even hard enough to tighten his throat, the shock of it has him staggering back a step and covering the area with a hand as if he really had been wounded. Spots of colour appear high on the Bastion's cheeks, his sea-glass stare wide for a moment before guilt drags his gaze down to the deck boards between them.

"I shouldn't have hit him, you're right." He admits in a low voice, his hand dropping away from his throat. "I'm sorry Flora. I really do just want the best for you, and...I mean, I've never done any of this before..' Hoping for her to understand that this was all unchartered waters for him as well, he hazards a glance up at her and extends his hand out to her again.

"Can you forgive me?"

Up until the last sunrise
I'll be reaching for you

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!