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?
"Hey—" Immediately loosening his grip and moving to stand back, it's only the fact that Ronin keeps him in place—that, and the slight masochistic streak he's developed over the years that has him understanding the way he feels Ronin reaching for the pain and even leaning into it—that has Remi remaining. "Are you okay? I can fly you back if you need the fountain, or...gods, go to Flora for her compass if that's too long?" Or, you know, Ronin could supernova himself, he supposes we're so good at abilities.
"Ah yeah, super safe. If it isn't dragons, it's men with wildly chiselled jawlines coming to rob you." Remi huffs back. "Did he flirt with you, too?" Only half-kidding (did he though, Ronin?) Remi tilts his head enough to press a kiss softly against the side of his husband's neck before pulling him close once more.
"Maybe we just blow the whole thing up. How many quests do you figure that'll take?" Again, he's only half-kidding.
"Ah yeah, super safe. If it isn't dragons, it's men with wildly chiselled jawlines coming to rob you." Remi huffs back. "Did he flirt with you, too?" Only half-kidding (did he though, Ronin?) Remi tilts his head enough to press a kiss softly against the side of his husband's neck before pulling him close once more.
"Maybe we just blow the whole thing up. How many quests do you figure that'll take?" Again, he's only half-kidding.
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.
