the lullaby
Even as the last remnants of food are summarily deposited onto the ground, Remi's stomach continues to heave as if his grief might be something he could exile if only he put in enough effort. Reaching for Ronin with a shaky hand as tears and snot mingle with the strings of saliva anchoring him to the grass, Remi drags in a desperate breath and then another, and another, in between the involuntary motions of his stomach.
'..Right..' He mumbles at least, gasping once his retching seemed to be done with. Falling heavily back onto his shins, Remi wipes at his nose and mouth with his shoulder, feeling weary and worse off.
"Gods damn the Voice." Instead of collapsing against Ronin, instead the alchemist offers the Huntsman a steely and predatory stare. "Isla was all that kept me caring about playing fair in all of this." Against the onslaught of more tears, Remi snarls and presses his teeth together so hard that he can hear the grinding of them louder than his own pulse.
'..Right..' He mumbles at least, gasping once his retching seemed to be done with. Falling heavily back onto his shins, Remi wipes at his nose and mouth with his shoulder, feeling weary and worse off.
"Gods damn the Voice." Instead of collapsing against Ronin, instead the alchemist offers the Huntsman a steely and predatory stare. "Isla was all that kept me caring about playing fair in all of this." Against the onslaught of more tears, Remi snarls and presses his teeth together so hard that he can hear the grinding of them louder than his own pulse.
i collect scars because I want proof
I've paid for the sins I've committed
I've paid for the sins I've committed
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.
