the bastion
Heavy like a landslide
That's the way my heart beats now
That's the way my heart beats now
Much as Remi hated to admit it, not only did he owe Jack his thanks for everything he'd done and tried to do for Flora in the Greatwood, very likely he owed the man an apology as well. The amount of cognitive dissonance it caused him had headaches forming behind his eyes so often that Ronin had all but shoved a pen and piece of parchment in his hand, forcing the Bastion to write to the captain so that they could TaLk. Begrudgingly, because Ronin wasn't wrong, Remi had.
At one of the outdoor tables of the Hanged Man, far away from where he might corner Jack in a small space, the Bastion sat gazing out at the sea with a bottle of Flora's best rum chilling in a bucket of ice on the table. Eyes narrowed, Remi drummed his fingers against the wood; had he known that Jack was a telepath he might have tried to distract himself, but alas if and when the captain deigned to arrive, he'd be treated once more to the spectacularly disapproving mind of Remi Taliesin.
At one of the outdoor tables of the Hanged Man, far away from where he might corner Jack in a small space, the Bastion sat gazing out at the sea with a bottle of Flora's best rum chilling in a bucket of ice on the table. Eyes narrowed, Remi drummed his fingers against the wood; had he known that Jack was a telepath he might have tried to distract himself, but alas if and when the captain deigned to arrive, he'd be treated once more to the spectacularly disapproving mind of Remi Taliesin.
Up until the last sunrise
I'll be reaching for you
I'll be reaching for you
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.
