Growing roses in the disarray

let's not get lost in the dark blue

Grinning, Remi matched the Ancient's enthusiasm easily, a feat which once would have taken significant effort on his part. 'Actually...' Scrunching his nose slightly, Remi itched at the back of his neck somewhat awkwardly before ruffling his fingers fully through his curls. "It did." Having not told this story in so many words other than to Ronin—the telling of which had involved much silent communication and sex—it took the Bastion a few moments to try and piece together where to start.

"I...am a demigod for Mort now." He said finally, beaming. "I think Ludo realized what a bore I had become. Its exact words were that it no longer wanted to play with me, actually." Shrugging, Remi grinned. "And what Mort asked of me...gods, it really has just changed everything." Looking down at his hands and smiling, it takes Remi a moment before he looks up again. When he does, there's a light in his sea-glass stare that makes him look young again. Not in age necessarily, but simply free of scars and trauma and pain. "I am here as a protector now. No more killing, no more death."

Gods but it felt good.

Glancing around at the maze, the Bastion could only shrug. Reaching out to brush his fingers along one of the brambles before looking back to Maea. "I think we will be fine." He said with a crooked smile; it was quite literally in his job description now to see that was the case.

But darling if we do, just find me, and I'll find you