the tightrope that i'm walking just sways and ties,
the devil as he's talking with those angel's eyes
the devil as he's talking with those angel's eyes
Remi can't help but snort a touch at that as if being touched is so much worse than someone being near. Running a hand through his curls and heaving himself into a proper sitting position now that his body is as awake as his mind is, he looks earnestly towards Finn. "I think I'm a bit more grateful for the lack of being thrown up on." He says with a hollow laugh, before offering the Spyglass a genuine smile. "I'm sorry if I frightened you." Perhaps it was a clumsy attempt at kindness, something Remi used to know how to do instinctively, but he had to start somewhere. Stumbly-steps were probably to be expected.
"I wonder when it stops becoming a streak and just...is." Remi muses softly, accepting the cup back and draining its contents. He gives Finn a look of more? tilting the empty cup towards him. "Why are you here?" And then, probably able to answer his own question adds, "Delphia?"
"I wonder when it stops becoming a streak and just...is." Remi muses softly, accepting the cup back and draining its contents. He gives Finn a look of more? tilting the empty cup towards him. "Why are you here?" And then, probably able to answer his own question adds, "Delphia?"
THE ALCHEMIST
but i just want to be there when the lightning strikes
& the saints go marching in
& the saints go marching in
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.
