REMI
all the things we said when we were younger
The secluded section of the springs they'd found was bathed in a gentle haze of steam, thick enough to veil them from the rest of the cavern. Remi eased into the water first, a soft, relieved groan slipping past his lips as the heat soaked into weary muscles, releasing tension that had knotted deeply beneath his skin. Turning back to Ronin, the Bastion extended a hand to help him into the water, a playful yet boyishly affectionate smile on his lips.
"Alright," he announced, adopting an expression of mock severity. "Three rules, Ronin, if you think you can manage that." He held up one finger. "First rule: absolutely no talk about the end of the world. Not even a whisper." Raising a second finger, Remi continued with a growing smirk. "If you break rule one, you have to take a very generous drink of the gin I brought. So, unless you'd like to be thoroughly drunk—best listen."
A third finger joined the others, though his voice softened into something more tender. "And finally, rule three: we have to stay within arm's reach the entire time. No exceptions."
The Bastion settled comfortably against the warm stone, tugging Ronin gently closer, water rippling around them. "Can you manage that, do you think?" he asked, arching a playful eyebrow, the steam already curling his damp curls into soft ringlets plastered against his forehead and neck.
"Alright," he announced, adopting an expression of mock severity. "Three rules, Ronin, if you think you can manage that." He held up one finger. "First rule: absolutely no talk about the end of the world. Not even a whisper." Raising a second finger, Remi continued with a growing smirk. "If you break rule one, you have to take a very generous drink of the gin I brought. So, unless you'd like to be thoroughly drunk—best listen."
A third finger joined the others, though his voice softened into something more tender. "And finally, rule three: we have to stay within arm's reach the entire time. No exceptions."
The Bastion settled comfortably against the warm stone, tugging Ronin gently closer, water rippling around them. "Can you manage that, do you think?" he asked, arching a playful eyebrow, the steam already curling his damp curls into soft ringlets plastered against his forehead and neck.
did it bend or did I break?
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.
