remi
A lot's been changin' lately and I can't tell
If it's me or if it's everybody else
If it's me or if it's everybody else
Come back and say that to my face, the words drift lazily along the Attuned bond (which he could be using even if he wasn't shifted), all syrup and smugness, tinged with the unmistakable glint of mischief that only Remi can inject so effortlessly.
The whisper comes from nowhere and everywhere—like it belongs to the trees, or the shadows, or perhaps just under the branch Ronin very nearly passed by. The one with a suspiciously leafy knot in the crook. The one where a pair of glittering eyes now watch with calculated stillness.
Remi—currently a raccoon with a criminal's sense of timing and a boyish gleam of anticipation—readies himself. He’s crouched just above the spot where Ronin stood a breath ago, hoping his husband’s pride is just curious enough to double back to sass the wisp harmlessly floating on the breeze.
The whisper comes from nowhere and everywhere—like it belongs to the trees, or the shadows, or perhaps just under the branch Ronin very nearly passed by. The one with a suspiciously leafy knot in the crook. The one where a pair of glittering eyes now watch with calculated stillness.
Remi—currently a raccoon with a criminal's sense of timing and a boyish gleam of anticipation—readies himself. He’s crouched just above the spot where Ronin stood a breath ago, hoping his husband’s pride is just curious enough to double back to sass the wisp harmlessly floating on the breeze.
we're only human but w?'ve got hands & hearts & noses
So stop and sm?ll the fuckin' roses
So stop and sm?ll the fuckin' roses
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.
