remi
Remi is already halfway up the tree by the time Ronin finishes his outraged betrayal monologue, claws scrabbling expertly against the bark with all the grace of a greased squirrel on a mission. His raccoon tail flicks behind him in triumph as he scales the trunk and reaches the branch Sugar had so helpfully suggested, pausing there only to throw an exaggerated glance over one tiny shoulder.
You'll have to catch me first, Sir It! he declares, mental voice smug and musical as he bunches himself up—and launches.
The next tree receives him with the rustle of disturbed leaves and a creak of branches, and from there he scurries higher into the canopy, letting the filtered light dapple his back like a crown. Mischief floods the bond like a summer tide breaking over the reef, fizzing with challenge and boyish delight. But beneath it—threaded through like gold through silk—is love, deep and true and weightless.
Come and get me, he taunts affectionately, if you can.
You'll have to catch me first, Sir It! he declares, mental voice smug and musical as he bunches himself up—and launches.
The next tree receives him with the rustle of disturbed leaves and a creak of branches, and from there he scurries higher into the canopy, letting the filtered light dapple his back like a crown. Mischief floods the bond like a summer tide breaking over the reef, fizzing with challenge and boyish delight. But beneath it—threaded through like gold through silk—is love, deep and true and weightless.
Come and get me, he taunts affectionately, if you can.
we're only human but we've got hands & hearts & noses
So stop and smell the fuckin' roses
So stop and smell 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.
