trying to make the wrongs right

the bastion

And if the sky grows heavy
wrap your arms around me tight; we'll be alright

Whether or not Remi actually called out in response, he doesn't know. He thought he'd hummed something under his breath, but given the way Ronin suddenly appears at his side, he can't be sure; can't untangle the complicated emotional knots that have held him still for the past however long.

Pulling his gaze away from the sea, the Bastion blinks a few times, trying to make sense of the bronze skin and blue eyes suddenly filling his vision, his mind overlaying the lapping waves across Ronin's cheeks for a long few moments. Sighing, his sea glass stare hardening as he finally comes all the way back into himself, he smiles sadly, covering Ronin's hand with his own.

"Flora came by." He explains, the mottled bruise-purple of his emotions likely saying more than words ever could about what had happened between them. "I think we're wrong, Ronin." Squeezing the Knight's hand, Remi swallows. "I think we're really wrong."

If the ground gives way beneath us,
If we should fall to pieces
Find me where I first found you

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!