Now the ashes of tomorrow sing your sad song
Remi watches the blood and feathers bloom in the air like some terrible snowfall, the air thick with the scent of void and rot. "I love watching you like this," he murmurs mostly to himself, wings glinting with lavender light as he rises into the upper reaches of the cavern to trail the chaos his husband leaves in his wake.
He doesn’t interfere; has no reason to. Ronin, all storm-split fury and golden vengeance, is in his element. But when a second flock appears in the upper alcoves, their wings slick with void and their cries furious, Remi angles upward with a beat of his wings. Not to stop Ronin, but to make sure nothing gets behind him.
Breathing deep, Remi flies forward, a tentacle suddenly streaking out to knock three of them clean off the ledge, sending their shrieks spiralling down into the violet dark. Above, Ronin blazes like a comet. Below, Remi is like some horrible animorphic clean-up crew, ensuring that nothing is left lurking.
He doesn’t interfere; has no reason to. Ronin, all storm-split fury and golden vengeance, is in his element. But when a second flock appears in the upper alcoves, their wings slick with void and their cries furious, Remi angles upward with a beat of his wings. Not to stop Ronin, but to make sure nothing gets behind him.
Breathing deep, Remi flies forward, a tentacle suddenly streaking out to knock three of them clean off the ledge, sending their shrieks spiralling down into the violet dark. Above, Ronin blazes like a comet. Below, Remi is like some horrible animorphic clean-up crew, ensuring that nothing is left lurking.
the bastion
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.
