REMI
the alchemist
What good are hands
if there's nothing that they hold
if there's nothing that they hold
It's Mateo's fault that Remi is wearing nothing when he arrives.
Given Ronin's recent falling out with Safrin combined with the effects Leafchange has on the Nova, the Taliesin's nights have been spent sweetening their kisses with whiskey before disappearing into dreams whose skies are barren of stars.
So it is that the Lullaby learns he can be channelled even when he'd put himself intentionally to sleep, and so when he finds himself standing in a cool shaft of light somewhere chilly and without any clothes, his first reaction is to assume there is some monster or other afoot who will hopefully take the attention away from his being naked.
Spying only his son and with time enough to hardly hear what Mateo has to say before he can feel the pull of the magic wearing off, Remi has time to laugh—"Mateo!"—before nodding.
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Not terribly long thereafter, Remi is a fast flyer after all, the Lullaby strolls through the Needle as quietly as he can. Having not really bothered to dress, he was going back to bed after all this he hoped, the Lullaby tugged at the housecoat he wore as he tried to figure out which cell it was his son was in. "Mateo? Dove sei?"
Given Ronin's recent falling out with Safrin combined with the effects Leafchange has on the Nova, the Taliesin's nights have been spent sweetening their kisses with whiskey before disappearing into dreams whose skies are barren of stars.
So it is that the Lullaby learns he can be channelled even when he'd put himself intentionally to sleep, and so when he finds himself standing in a cool shaft of light somewhere chilly and without any clothes, his first reaction is to assume there is some monster or other afoot who will hopefully take the attention away from his being naked.
Spying only his son and with time enough to hardly hear what Mateo has to say before he can feel the pull of the magic wearing off, Remi has time to laugh—"Mateo!"—before nodding.
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Not terribly long thereafter, Remi is a fast flyer after all, the Lullaby strolls through the Needle as quietly as he can. Having not really bothered to dress, he was going back to bed after all this he hoped, the Lullaby tugged at the housecoat he wore as he tried to figure out which cell it was his son was in. "Mateo? Dove sei?"
And what good are hearts
if you bury them all alone?
if you bury them all alone?
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.
