REMI
when people say that something is forever
'Of course I like the theatre." The angel hissed defensively, his green eyes flickering with irritation. "It's the prospect of attending with a de—" Remi leaned forward, subtly lowering his voice as he glanced at the observing couple. "—with a demon that I find rather unappealing," he concluded, straightening himself with renewed composure.
Not wanting to keep standing in the street if it was going to draw attention, the angel clears his throat and nods over his shoulder for them to continue. "Surely it's in your nature to enjoy breaking things?" Remi says under his breath, rolling his own shoulders back and smoothing down his curls. "Well, you see you've said it yourself. How are you supposed to help if you're constantly underfoot? No, there's simply no way ... around..."
His words trailed off into a stunned silence as the colour slowly drained from his ears, pooling in his flushed cheeks. Before them, the door of his shop stood ajar, a scattering of glass fragments decorating the steps from a nearby broken window.
Not wanting to keep standing in the street if it was going to draw attention, the angel clears his throat and nods over his shoulder for them to continue. "Surely it's in your nature to enjoy breaking things?" Remi says under his breath, rolling his own shoulders back and smoothing down his curls. "Well, you see you've said it yourself. How are you supposed to help if you're constantly underfoot? No, there's simply no way ... around..."
His words trailed off into a stunned silence as the colour slowly drained from his ears, pooling in his flushed cheeks. Before them, the door of his shop stood ajar, a scattering of glass fragments decorating the steps from a nearby broken window.
either way, it ends
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.
