maybe i'm a runaway train, maybe i'm a feather in a hurricane
Fuck.
It's the first coherent thought that Remi has following the raccoon's terror and the manticore's desire to tear out the tigress' throat. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Shifting back as well into a body clothed with tan pants and a faded chambray shirt, the Lullaby lets out a long sigh before sitting up amidst the flowers. Looking all the more boyish for his heat-heavy curls and the riot of colours around him, he frowns up at the Remedy for a moment before splaying his hands apologetically over his lap.
"You are right, I did say that." He admits, before glancing at his shoulder where a small line of blood has appeared through a tear in the cloth, thanks to one of Isla's claws. One side of his mouth tugs up in a slight wince before he hazards a look back toward the Remedy. "But this is one of my favourite shirts, so perhaps that can be my punishment."
It's the first coherent thought that Remi has following the raccoon's terror and the manticore's desire to tear out the tigress' throat. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Shifting back as well into a body clothed with tan pants and a faded chambray shirt, the Lullaby lets out a long sigh before sitting up amidst the flowers. Looking all the more boyish for his heat-heavy curls and the riot of colours around him, he frowns up at the Remedy for a moment before splaying his hands apologetically over his lap.
"You are right, I did say that." He admits, before glancing at his shoulder where a small line of blood has appeared through a tear in the cloth, thanks to one of Isla's claws. One side of his mouth tugs up in a slight wince before he hazards a look back toward the Remedy. "But this is one of my favourite shirts, so perhaps that can be my punishment."
THE LULLABY
maybe it's a long gray game, but maybe that's a good thing
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.
