honey, you're familiar like my mirror years ago
"Well, we can rule out humour as the reason Flora likes you." Remi mutters under his breath as he turns away from Jack, only to see that he'd apparently wounded his son's honour by not offering him another drink. "Il tuo bicchiere non è vuoto!" Raising his hands in confusion, the Bastion grins crookedly at Mateo, before the smile is nearly slapped off of his face to hear Jack speaking the travelling tongue. Unhappy feathers snarl into the Bastion's curls as the fingers tucked beneath his husband's shirt grow long talons. Did he just say what I think he did?
Or rather, how ?
Swallowing down the sudden fire blooming in the back of his throat, Remi inhales stiffly, not needing to answer his husband with words, not with the plume of fury broiling out from his fingertips. "We'll be right back." He murmurs, turning away sharply in the hopes he wouldn't have to hear another word out of Jack's mouth before he had the chance to break something inside.
Or rather, how ?
Swallowing down the sudden fire blooming in the back of his throat, Remi inhales stiffly, not needing to answer his husband with words, not with the plume of fury broiling out from his fingertips. "We'll be right back." He murmurs, turning away sharply in the hopes he wouldn't have to hear another word out of Jack's mouth before he had the chance to break something inside.
idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on its sword
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.
