REMI
the lullaby
"Is it?" Remi wonders, and again his voice feels very far away. "I feel..." His brows furrow, not that Ronin will be able to see them, shadowed as his face has become. The hood tilts to the side as the Huntsman shifts back, seeming unoffended and empty of emotion in a way that seems very, very unlike Remi.
"No, not like the lion. I still feel like me." Except I don't. Holding up a hand, the ashen robes fall back to reveal bones covered by a weak layer of ghostly mist. "But I feel like...more like when I leave my body, as a spirit. Detached." Glancing up, the green of his eyes just a sparse whisper of colour amidst the black, Remi shakes his head—or he thinks he does anyway. In reality, he's sitting unnaturally still.
"What am I, do you think?" He asks, sounding a touch whimsical which makes the strangeness of the moment all the more apparent.
"No, not like the lion. I still feel like me." Except I don't. Holding up a hand, the ashen robes fall back to reveal bones covered by a weak layer of ghostly mist. "But I feel like...more like when I leave my body, as a spirit. Detached." Glancing up, the green of his eyes just a sparse whisper of colour amidst the black, Remi shakes his head—or he thinks he does anyway. In reality, he's sitting unnaturally still.
"What am I, do you think?" He asks, sounding a touch whimsical which makes the strangeness of the moment all the more apparent.
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.
