Let's not get lost in the dark blue
But darling if we do, just find me and I'll find you
But darling if we do, just find me and I'll find you
Remi’s smile softens as she tips her head into his hand, and he nods as if sealing her promise between them. For a moment he simply watches her, fondness warming the edges of his expression, until her earnest question draws him straighter, his gaze sharpening with thought.
"Mmm, it depends," he admits quietly, blinking down at her. "On how you were to die." His voice carries the weight of honesty, but it is gentled for her ears. "Back when I was sending souls to Mort on Ludo’s behalf, they went straight to Mort’s halls. It’s only if a soul gets trapped somehow—caught between—that Ludo ends up ferrying them along." He lets a reassuring smile ease across his features, meant to soften the truth. "But it doesn’t matter where you are. If you call, I’ll hear you."
At her mention of lightening up, his laugh comes low and dry, his hand dragging idly through his curls. "What Ludo calls lightening up..." He trails off, tilting his head, lips quirking but without mirth. His eyes search Theea's for a moment, as if gauging how much she ought to know, before he exhales through his nose and shakes his head. "It isn’t always the fun kind of games, at least..." He sighs, shoulders lifting faintly. "There were many times it tried to trick me to my death, and it called that a game."
"Mmm, it depends," he admits quietly, blinking down at her. "On how you were to die." His voice carries the weight of honesty, but it is gentled for her ears. "Back when I was sending souls to Mort on Ludo’s behalf, they went straight to Mort’s halls. It’s only if a soul gets trapped somehow—caught between—that Ludo ends up ferrying them along." He lets a reassuring smile ease across his features, meant to soften the truth. "But it doesn’t matter where you are. If you call, I’ll hear you."
At her mention of lightening up, his laugh comes low and dry, his hand dragging idly through his curls. "What Ludo calls lightening up..." He trails off, tilting his head, lips quirking but without mirth. His eyes search Theea's for a moment, as if gauging how much she ought to know, before he exhales through his nose and shakes his head. "It isn’t always the fun kind of games, at least..." He sighs, shoulders lifting faintly. "There were many times it tried to trick me to my death, and it called that a game."
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.
