honey, you're familiar like my mirror years ago
Able to keep himself quiet only by grinding his teeth, as the pair enter into the houseboat Remi huffs out the breath he'd been holding as he reaches for one of the cushions on their couch. Kneading it violently between his fingers, the Bastion swallows hard, the metallic taste of blood making his pupils widen for a moment. "I'm going to kill him." He mutters, glancing at Ronin over one shoulder and sipping at his lower lip.
Holding out a hand for the bottle and not trusting himself to look out the window, Remi shakes his head before he too takes a long pull directly from it. "The worst part, is he knows there's nothing we can do. If we call him on his bullshit, we're still the assholes." And Jack fucking knew it.
The alcohol does little to cool the rage simmering in Remi's stomach, but the burn is as welcome as the sweet aftertaste is on his lips. "That day on the beach with the jaguar, twice I felt the pain of Jack's attacks and just now when he shook my hand, he did it again."
Holding out a hand for the bottle and not trusting himself to look out the window, Remi shakes his head before he too takes a long pull directly from it. "The worst part, is he knows there's nothing we can do. If we call him on his bullshit, we're still the assholes." And Jack fucking knew it.
The alcohol does little to cool the rage simmering in Remi's stomach, but the burn is as welcome as the sweet aftertaste is on his lips. "That day on the beach with the jaguar, twice I felt the pain of Jack's attacks and just now when he shook my hand, he did it again."
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.
