Remi
Welcome to the wild, no heroes and villains
Welcome to the war, we've only begun
Welcome to the war, we've only begun
What Remi hears and what he understands are two very different things.
That he hears Isla is not so surprising. In whatever afterlife he's found himself in, why shouldn't the doctor who he always rather liked be there in some capacity? Even if this is hell, which is what Remi absolutely deserves, having his eternal punishment be administered by the pretty physician just makes sense.
As one might expect, the wendigo does not serenely come back into himself. His pale eyes do not flutter open and nor does he grace Isla with a groggy hey, his hand reaching appreciatively for hers. Instead, he rolls sharply out of bed, dragging with him half a dozen tubes and setting off several alarms. Landing with a thud and falling to one knee, the wendigo spins, eyes wide and disoriented as he thrashes at an IV stand, sending it flying across the room.
Spots of colour appear high in the wendigo's cheeks, before his lashes flutter over green eyes already rolling back in his head, and gravity (it's actually his plummeting blood pressure, but that isn't how it feels to Remi in the moment), brings him heavily to his knees.
That he hears Isla is not so surprising. In whatever afterlife he's found himself in, why shouldn't the doctor who he always rather liked be there in some capacity? Even if this is hell, which is what Remi absolutely deserves, having his eternal punishment be administered by the pretty physician just makes sense.
As one might expect, the wendigo does not serenely come back into himself. His pale eyes do not flutter open and nor does he grace Isla with a groggy hey, his hand reaching appreciatively for hers. Instead, he rolls sharply out of bed, dragging with him half a dozen tubes and setting off several alarms. Landing with a thud and falling to one knee, the wendigo spins, eyes wide and disoriented as he thrashes at an IV stand, sending it flying across the room.
Spots of colour appear high in the wendigo's cheeks, before his lashes flutter over green eyes already rolling back in his head, and gravity (it's actually his plummeting blood pressure, but that isn't how it feels to Remi in the moment), brings him heavily to his knees.
Higher and higher you chase it
It's deep in your blood, go and take it
It's deep in your blood, go and take it
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.
