This scar I can't reverse, when the more it heals the worse it hurts
Remi’s lips curve faintly at that, a flicker of shared understanding lighting behind his tired eyes. "A hermit, hm? There’s something to be said for the quiet," he agrees, his voice low and companionable, carrying the cadence of someone who’s both sought solitude and been wrecked by it. "I suppose I wasn't quite a hermit because I was with my husband and our companions, but after the war we moved to the Cordillera and lived where no one could find us for a year or so."
He shifts slightly, gaze drifting again to the blood-bright river overhead. "Still, I’m glad it’s been welcome for you. Most fae I’ve spoken to seem… wary, at best. And with good reason, I suppose."
He shifts slightly, gaze drifting again to the blood-bright river overhead. "Still, I’m glad it’s been welcome for you. Most fae I’ve spoken to seem… wary, at best. And with good reason, I suppose."
REMI
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.
