I don't know who I am, I don't know who I'll be
Remi chuckles, hands tucking into the pockets of his jacket. "Well, if I get a call, I’ll think about it," he says, voice light but noncommittal, as if the idea were already half out of reach. It all felt a bit too good to be true, especially with the PAST DUE bills lining his countertops at home. Still, her sincerity earns a glance and a softer smile.
The paramedic comment pulls his brows up in surprise. "No kidding? That’s impressive." He pauses, thoughtful. "My mum wasn’t quite a paramedic, but...our village was so small, and the nearest hospital so far, she ended up being the one everyone came to. Broken arms, bad births, you name it." His smile turns a little nostalgic before he nods toward Isla. "Hopefully we’ll have you around a little while longer, at least." He doesn’t press further, doesn’t ask where Isla’s from or what made her choose this strange limbo between paramedicine and ghost shows. Whatever drew her here, it probably isn’t far off from whatever brought him, and surely there wil be time for that later.
When Ronin gestures toward the house, Remi doesn’t hesitate. He breezes inside without the apprehension that clung to him before, stepping through the entryway and into the dining room like he’s lived here all his life. The air is close and low-lit, but he only glances around with a mild curiosity, drifting toward the chair that had once belonged to the mother of the house. He leans against it, one arm slung along the wooden back.
One of the techs hands over the GoPro and Remi straps it on, adjusting it with practised ease. The red light of the REC mode clicks on. Glancing at Ronin, his sea-glass gaze bright with something that almost passes for excitement, he raises his brows. "You good to go?"
The paramedic comment pulls his brows up in surprise. "No kidding? That’s impressive." He pauses, thoughtful. "My mum wasn’t quite a paramedic, but...our village was so small, and the nearest hospital so far, she ended up being the one everyone came to. Broken arms, bad births, you name it." His smile turns a little nostalgic before he nods toward Isla. "Hopefully we’ll have you around a little while longer, at least." He doesn’t press further, doesn’t ask where Isla’s from or what made her choose this strange limbo between paramedicine and ghost shows. Whatever drew her here, it probably isn’t far off from whatever brought him, and surely there wil be time for that later.
When Ronin gestures toward the house, Remi doesn’t hesitate. He breezes inside without the apprehension that clung to him before, stepping through the entryway and into the dining room like he’s lived here all his life. The air is close and low-lit, but he only glances around with a mild curiosity, drifting toward the chair that had once belonged to the mother of the house. He leans against it, one arm slung along the wooden back.
One of the techs hands over the GoPro and Remi straps it on, adjusting it with practised ease. The red light of the REC mode clicks on. Glancing at Ronin, his sea-glass gaze bright with something that almost passes for excitement, he raises his brows. "You good to go?"
but there's a light in the attic and I swear it's calling me
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.
