the crooked kind

" Wouldn't that be nice." Remi replied, his thickly accented voice making his skepticism all the more apparent in his tone. Still, the smile on his face and the light in his eyes spoke volumes of his trust and sincerity. If Rexanna wanted to press this, he'd indeed stand by her. As a man, and not a beast. With a shaky and deep breath, Remi nodded. Perhaps cleaning the shrine would have at least earned the pair a bit of good will? "Gods of this place. Please hear us." Remi began, his lips sculpting the words even as his heart hammered in his chest. Flashed of blood on his mothers throat and Phoebe's horrified expression danced in the back of his eyes. He heard Frey's voice outing him before a complete stranger and woman he'd only met a few times, as well as the silky and devastatingly real voice of his mother promising him that death was the answer. Glancing quickly towards Rexanna, Remi sent up a silent prayer that this encounter would not end with either of them naked. Closing his eyes once more, Remi added: "If you can hear us, we would like to speak with you." Then, remembering his manners, he continued: "Please." remi Trying to teach my common sense to not waver with my confidence