kidnap me from my reality & crushed pieces of my soul
Remi bounces his brows in a slow, smug arch. "Mmhmm," he confirms, rummaging in his coat pocket until he produces a slightly wrinkled paper pouch. "Technically the snacks were meant for you, if—and I quote—you got 'cranky or dramatic.'" He tosses the bag toward Ronin without ceremony.
The axe balances easily in his hand as he rises, catching Ronin’s protests with an unimpressed squint that reads uh huh, sure it isn’t. "Oh, okay," Remi says innocently, though the sharp little smile he adds is anything but. " And i’d be happy to love all your pieces. Just might not be able to drag them to the Court of the Stars if it's Vi's will for you to be bisected like an earthworm."
And then, with a slow and unmistakably suggestive widening of his eyes, he adds, "If you wanted to keep warm, I can think of much better ways to do it than aerobic axe-dodging." The next throw comes smoother, underhanded this time.
The axe balances easily in his hand as he rises, catching Ronin’s protests with an unimpressed squint that reads uh huh, sure it isn’t. "Oh, okay," Remi says innocently, though the sharp little smile he adds is anything but. " And i’d be happy to love all your pieces. Just might not be able to drag them to the Court of the Stars if it's Vi's will for you to be bisected like an earthworm."
And then, with a slow and unmistakably suggestive widening of his eyes, he adds, "If you wanted to keep warm, I can think of much better ways to do it than aerobic axe-dodging." The next throw comes smoother, underhanded this time.
colour me outside the lines
until my shattered heart is whole
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.
