REMI
the bastion
& i feel like i'm naked in front of the crowd
'Cause these words are my diary, screaming out loud
'Cause these words are my diary, screaming out loud
Remi's breath catches softly at Ronin’s words as he allows his fingers to trail gently along Ronin’s jaw, tracing droplets of seawater as if he's memorizing the shape and feel of him all over again. There's a brief flicker in Remi’s eyes—something tight and fierce and tender all at once—as his thumb brushes across Ronin’s lower lip, the Bastion's expression softening into a complicated sort of smile. "It wasn’t a waste," he murmurs firmly, quietly, voice thick with the kind of emotion that threatens to spill over if he's not careful. "I would burn down an entire field of roses and lilies if it meant having you back."
He shifts them slightly, keeping their heads well above water with an effortless flex of his tentacles. "I missed you too," he whispers roughly, leaning forward until their foreheads touch, noses brushing softly. "If anything I owe you an apology for not noticing sooner." Remi adds quietly as guilt begins to darken the fae-blue tint of his emotions. "It was Sunjata who told me, since he can see those who are infected, which...well, I suppose you now have that gift as well."
He shifts them slightly, keeping their heads well above water with an effortless flex of his tentacles. "I missed you too," he whispers roughly, leaning forward until their foreheads touch, noses brushing softly. "If anything I owe you an apology for not noticing sooner." Remi adds quietly as guilt begins to darken the fae-blue tint of his emotions. "It was Sunjata who told me, since he can see those who are infected, which...well, I suppose you now have that gift as well."
& i know that you'll use them, however you want to
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.
