the tightrope that i'm walking just sways and ties,
the devil as he's talking with those angel's eyes
the devil as he's talking with those angel's eyes
With as much as Remi can lift, it doesn't make sense to say that the bodies are heavier for their deaths or his mistreatment of their corpses. Still, there is something in the way they sag against him that feels accusatory. Only...
'Isla?' It's the type of moment that were this a dream, might have been enough to jar Remi into consciousness. But dreams have been under his jurisdiction long enough that unless this was Ludo's doing, Remi was very much awake. "What are you.." Pulling himself back with one body over each shoulder, he hasn't any remaining limbs to offer her that he might help her to her feet. "The infirmary is on fire." He adds unhelpfully, not having the mental forethought to put two and two together that the magic moving of the window and chair, and now finding Isla beneath the window, might in fact stand in direct relation to the burning infirmary.
"Are you alright?"
Post-murder though this might be, Remi can't help the way his shoulders sag somewhat with relief and joy to see Isla. 'Are—oh?' Glancing over his shoulder as Nephele arrives, the alchemist looks back toward the medic as if she might know why a fae of all races, was here below the window as well.
'Isla?' It's the type of moment that were this a dream, might have been enough to jar Remi into consciousness. But dreams have been under his jurisdiction long enough that unless this was Ludo's doing, Remi was very much awake. "What are you.." Pulling himself back with one body over each shoulder, he hasn't any remaining limbs to offer her that he might help her to her feet. "The infirmary is on fire." He adds unhelpfully, not having the mental forethought to put two and two together that the magic moving of the window and chair, and now finding Isla beneath the window, might in fact stand in direct relation to the burning infirmary.
"Are you alright?"
Post-murder though this might be, Remi can't help the way his shoulders sag somewhat with relief and joy to see Isla. 'Are—oh?' Glancing over his shoulder as Nephele arrives, the alchemist looks back toward the medic as if she might know why a fae of all races, was here below the window as well.
THE ALCHEMIST
but i just want to be there when the lightning strikes
& the saints go marching in
& the saints go marching in
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.
