REMI
the lullaby
Well it is not as if I've gone invisible. I don't think anyway. I'm moving too fast for that. Remi replies, a touch dryly, still assuming this is all part of Ronin's continued trick.
Gliding near to Ronin, his feet not touching the ground, the alchemist reaches out a hand for one of his husband's. "Are you seeing things?" He wonders, and strangely his voice sounded muted, like he's speaking underwater or that his ears are filled with cotton. "Have your antlers always been so bright?" He wonders idly, reaching out a hand to grasp one of the tines. Only then does Remi notice the ghostly quality of his skin, how he's more bone than man, and how the shirt he'd been wearing earlier has been replaced with grey rags.
Exhaling sharply, Remi takes a sudden step back—an actual step, which has him falling a foot or so from where he'd been hovering—as his body wavers back into itself again. Swallowing hard and looking at his hand in the light of Ronin's antlers, human now that it is, he raises surprised eyes toward the Huntsman. "Did...did I...can you see me?" Remi wonders, uncertain if this is the next M Night Shamalan twist in their lives: tHe AlCheMiSt HaS BeEn DeAd THiS wHOlE tiMe.
Gliding near to Ronin, his feet not touching the ground, the alchemist reaches out a hand for one of his husband's. "Are you seeing things?" He wonders, and strangely his voice sounded muted, like he's speaking underwater or that his ears are filled with cotton. "Have your antlers always been so bright?" He wonders idly, reaching out a hand to grasp one of the tines. Only then does Remi notice the ghostly quality of his skin, how he's more bone than man, and how the shirt he'd been wearing earlier has been replaced with grey rags.
Exhaling sharply, Remi takes a sudden step back—an actual step, which has him falling a foot or so from where he'd been hovering—as his body wavers back into itself again. Swallowing hard and looking at his hand in the light of Ronin's antlers, human now that it is, he raises surprised eyes toward the Huntsman. "Did...did I...can you see me?" Remi wonders, uncertain if this is the next M Night Shamalan twist in their lives: tHe AlCheMiSt HaS BeEn DeAd THiS wHOlE tiMe.
Like you'd get your knuckles bloody for me
Code taken from Sky who is utter perfection
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.
