the bastion
How do I learn my dreams to mold
To lay them bare in the morning cold?
To lay them bare in the morning cold?
Ronin could don't all he liked.
Holding the Knight's hand all the more tightly for the lack of reciprocation, Remi walks himself forward on his shins, bullying his way between his husband's knees to try and force Ronin's gaze to meet his. Remi cares little for the sketchbook balanced on the Knight's thigh or the charcoal in his other hand even though he could feel the threads of their importance through the bond they shared. Glancing only vaguely at the man on the page, no doubt Ronin will feel the way the Bastion's mind can barely focus on anything save for the blackened waters swirling through the bond, before Remi's hands still in their desperate clutching of Ronin's.
In a place so overgrown and with Ronin so outwardly still it was impossible to say whether or not time slowed or stopped altogether, but certainly it felt that way. Aware of the clicking of his jaw and the sound of his own gulp as he swallowed hard, Remi forces out a shaky breath. "Gone." He repeats his emotions a clumsy mixture of horror and confusion, before glancing sharply over his shoulder and looking around their little clearly as if expecting to see the man in Ronin's sketchbook suddenly walking toward them.
"But..." Frowning, Remi's lips part silently for a moment before he finds the words he wants. "..he didn't kill you?"
Holding the Knight's hand all the more tightly for the lack of reciprocation, Remi walks himself forward on his shins, bullying his way between his husband's knees to try and force Ronin's gaze to meet his. Remi cares little for the sketchbook balanced on the Knight's thigh or the charcoal in his other hand even though he could feel the threads of their importance through the bond they shared. Glancing only vaguely at the man on the page, no doubt Ronin will feel the way the Bastion's mind can barely focus on anything save for the blackened waters swirling through the bond, before Remi's hands still in their desperate clutching of Ronin's.
In a place so overgrown and with Ronin so outwardly still it was impossible to say whether or not time slowed or stopped altogether, but certainly it felt that way. Aware of the clicking of his jaw and the sound of his own gulp as he swallowed hard, Remi forces out a shaky breath. "Gone." He repeats his emotions a clumsy mixture of horror and confusion, before glancing sharply over his shoulder and looking around their little clearly as if expecting to see the man in Ronin's sketchbook suddenly walking toward them.
"But..." Frowning, Remi's lips part silently for a moment before he finds the words he wants. "..he didn't kill you?"
If they're still out there then the chasm grows
For all you know, for all you've known
For all you know, for all you've known
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.
