maybe i'm a runaway train, maybe i'm a feather in a hurricane
'No?' Remi wonders up at her, looking bemused. "That is a strange thing for a predator to say." Desert was hardly a thing animals took into consideration, though from what he thought he'd learned of Isla, she hadn't been an ancient for very long. "If it had not been me, it would have been quick." He adds with a small shrug as if that might soothe whatever responsibility she felt.
'Ah.' Still seated among the flowers, Remi's right hand reaches to pluck a few stems where it subtly coerces its counterpart into braiding together a chain. "Is there...somewhere new I should not go, then?" He wonders, before breathing in a breath through his nose and holding it, fully prepared for the retort of: why, so you can ignore that promise too?
Some men never learn.
'Ah.' Still seated among the flowers, Remi's right hand reaches to pluck a few stems where it subtly coerces its counterpart into braiding together a chain. "Is there...somewhere new I should not go, then?" He wonders, before breathing in a breath through his nose and holding it, fully prepared for the retort of: why, so you can ignore that promise too?
Some men never learn.
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.
