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?
Allowing the Knight to shift within his arms without ever breaking his hold, Remi wonders for the umpteenth time why he'd never possessed healing magic. Perhaps it was because the pair were on the subject of being useless, but what good was a shield when it arrived too late to be anything other than a mirror by which to see the injuries already inflicted?
"I mean.." Silently Remi raises his eyebrows, though the mischievous flush that ripples through their bond says more than the gesture ever could about the likelihood of such a thing happening. While it was true that their love had grown from something clumsy and sweet into the sort of deeply-rooted labyrinth that could no less be replicated as it could be tolerated by anyone else, but Remi wouldn't have had it any other way.
"Well, you would know more about that than I would—" Or so the Bastion assumes given the time the pair had spent together definitely not pranking him by drawing all over his face. "—which is why so long as someone is carrying her it shouldn't be a problem." He shrugs. "Either way, it would probably make the Family pause to have their shores suddenly littered with small plastic ducks if nothing else."
Clucking softly under his tongue, Remi exhales into the crook of Ronin's neck before nosing higher and pressing a kiss against his husband's temple. "Probably, but I don't want to just yet." He murmurs. "We can finish cleaning up here and then pen a letter to Deimos about our lost hoe." Whether or not their attempts at subterfuge were working the Bastion had no idea, but he supposed better safe than sorry especially given their current predicament. "Then we can think about going home, though I would not be averse to sleeping under the stars up here with you."
"I mean.." Silently Remi raises his eyebrows, though the mischievous flush that ripples through their bond says more than the gesture ever could about the likelihood of such a thing happening. While it was true that their love had grown from something clumsy and sweet into the sort of deeply-rooted labyrinth that could no less be replicated as it could be tolerated by anyone else, but Remi wouldn't have had it any other way.
"Well, you would know more about that than I would—" Or so the Bastion assumes given the time the pair had spent together definitely not pranking him by drawing all over his face. "—which is why so long as someone is carrying her it shouldn't be a problem." He shrugs. "Either way, it would probably make the Family pause to have their shores suddenly littered with small plastic ducks if nothing else."
Clucking softly under his tongue, Remi exhales into the crook of Ronin's neck before nosing higher and pressing a kiss against his husband's temple. "Probably, but I don't want to just yet." He murmurs. "We can finish cleaning up here and then pen a letter to Deimos about our lost hoe." Whether or not their attempts at subterfuge were working the Bastion had no idea, but he supposed better safe than sorry especially given their current predicament. "Then we can think about going home, though I would not be averse to sleeping under the stars up here with 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.
