REMI
the lullaby
I wear this crown of thorns
Upon my liar's chair
Upon my liar's chair
Are you saying that I am not capable of restraint? He wasn't, in most instances, but that didn't mean Remi was just going to take the comment.
Pain flutters through his small body, the strength of which somehow befitting a much larger frame than the one he currently found himself in. Something about that was unfair, and while maybe he'd complain about it later, in the meantime the little bird could only chirp weakly. I think I have just been struck by lightning. Of course I am not going to move.
Healing falls upon him like rain, shifting the scales of pain from his eyes and lightening the weight in his bones. With a little effort, the Bastion allowed himself to shift, and in so doing the remaining pain was given space to spread out and finally dissipate. "Fuck,' Remi complained, wincing as he tried to move one of his shoulders off the ground. "Who knew flying during a storm could be such a bad idea?"
Pain flutters through his small body, the strength of which somehow befitting a much larger frame than the one he currently found himself in. Something about that was unfair, and while maybe he'd complain about it later, in the meantime the little bird could only chirp weakly. I think I have just been struck by lightning. Of course I am not going to move.
Healing falls upon him like rain, shifting the scales of pain from his eyes and lightening the weight in his bones. With a little effort, the Bastion allowed himself to shift, and in so doing the remaining pain was given space to spread out and finally dissipate. "Fuck,' Remi complained, wincing as he tried to move one of his shoulders off the ground. "Who knew flying during a storm could be such a bad idea?"
Full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair
I cannot repair
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.
