I don't know who I am, I don't know who I'll be
Remi raises a brow, giving Ronin a side-eye that’s equal parts impressed and skeptical. "Ooh, look who’s been doing his own research," he murmurs, voice dipping just enough to make it teasing without being condescending. As he tosses a bundle of wrought-iron stakes into the cart beside the salt, the corner of his mouth quirks upward. "Hagstones are good if you’re trying to keep something out. But if something’s already tethered to you.." He lets the sentence trail off meaningfully, accompanied by a wry tilt of his head. "Might be a bit like trying to lock the door after you’ve already invited them in."
Still, his grin is quick and warm as he gestures vaguely toward the far side of the store. "Could check the gardening section though."
He doesn’t say anything at first when Ronin nods toward his collar, gaze flicking down instinctively before lifting again. There's a pause—not hesitation, but consideration—before he speaks, slower and softer. "Certain kinds of protection only work if there’s belief behind them," Remi says, voice quiet as they pass under the flickering fluorescent buzz of an overhead light. "That’s how it works, with talismans. Symbols."
His hand adjusts the collar of his sweater absently, the weight of the crucifix beneath his shirt a steady pressure. "Even assuming you were raised Catholic," he continues, eyes scanning Ronin’s face, "right now it’d just be a necklace on you, and I'm not sure that mine's the fashion sense you want to be imitating."
Still, his grin is quick and warm as he gestures vaguely toward the far side of the store. "Could check the gardening section though."
He doesn’t say anything at first when Ronin nods toward his collar, gaze flicking down instinctively before lifting again. There's a pause—not hesitation, but consideration—before he speaks, slower and softer. "Certain kinds of protection only work if there’s belief behind them," Remi says, voice quiet as they pass under the flickering fluorescent buzz of an overhead light. "That’s how it works, with talismans. Symbols."
His hand adjusts the collar of his sweater absently, the weight of the crucifix beneath his shirt a steady pressure. "Even assuming you were raised Catholic," he continues, eyes scanning Ronin’s face, "right now it’d just be a necklace on you, and I'm not sure that mine's the fashion sense you want to be imitating."
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.
