oh but that's the irony: broken people are not fragile
Gods but he felt sulky. The fae were, in large part, a judgy and unhelpful group (all two of them), Ianto had to remain a fox or cardinal for most of their interactions, and Mateo was just a boy. Remi's days were spent in isolation it felt like. "I appreciate that." Remi replies with a half-hearted smile, before offering the witch a cheeky eye-roll for her continued commentary about his hygiene.
"And will you?" Remi wonders, feeling that old prickle of protective boyish-animosity toward Zeph for no reason other than that Vai would always deserve the best, in his mind. "Sailing? I thought he hated the water." Tossing another piece of bread into his mouth, the alchemist shakes his head; no ulterior motive. No underlying questions.
"And will you?" Remi wonders, feeling that old prickle of protective boyish-animosity toward Zeph for no reason other than that Vai would always deserve the best, in his mind. "Sailing? I thought he hated the water." Tossing another piece of bread into his mouth, the alchemist shakes his head; no ulterior motive. No underlying questions.
The Lullaby
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.
