it was me who wrote onto the wooden door your name
Were there, Ronin? Remi wants to know, absolutely eager to lay on his disappointment just as thickly and lavishly as this watery moment will allow. Ronin's theatrics have vanished Vanya from his mind as thoroughly as it has the ship from the seabed, and so it's with welcoming fingers that he draws the Star close to him again.
Oh you think flattery is going to get you out of this, do you? The answer to which is a resounding yes, for anyone wondering. Shaking his head as he rolls his eyes adoringly at the man in his arms, Remi just affects a lengthy mental sigh between them. No, no. It was one of a kind...I was going to use it to make the most fabulous chandelier...ahhh well.
Leaning forward, Remi's lips brush against the Star's, his smile boyish and crooked. You did heal the papercut I had earlier, so I suppose I should thank you for that. He thinks, his accent melding his words together.
Oh you think flattery is going to get you out of this, do you? The answer to which is a resounding yes, for anyone wondering. Shaking his head as he rolls his eyes adoringly at the man in his arms, Remi just affects a lengthy mental sigh between them. No, no. It was one of a kind...I was going to use it to make the most fabulous chandelier...ahhh well.
Leaning forward, Remi's lips brush against the Star's, his smile boyish and crooked. You did heal the papercut I had earlier, so I suppose I should thank you for that. He thinks, his accent melding his words together.
it'll last there longer than in this body i can stay
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.
