if you make it all wrong then i'll make it all right
Nodding immediately even though there is uncertainty in Remi’s eyes, the boy swallows. “He...said he has felt strange ever since the Spire. Isla cured him of his concussion and other wounds immediately. But...it is something else.” Panic wants to creep into his voice, but accented though his words are, he somehow keeps them steady. “In the pit where she made Ronin into a star? Or...There is a hill, in the fields where we buried Vanya and her soul was placed into the sky?” Remi fumbles for ideas. The glade, really...it is where he has seen her most often, but of course, there is already a shrine there. “The Greatwood? Surely the fae...Zariah would allow us entry for that? For Safrin?”
He notices the way she drifts back from him slightly, can feel it in her hands and their soft mental connection, and it makes his breath catch slightly in his throat. Glassy-eyed now as he recalls the look of horror on Zero’s face, and how, in the fact of a monstrous lion he kept wanting to help...it makes Remi shiver with guilt as he pulls in a hasty and weighted breath.
“Mmmmm.” Remi hums a note of agreement, taking in a breath meant to steady his racing heart. “I...uhmm..” He continues, colour returning to his face as an inappropriately joyful smile (in the face of their conversation) tugs at his lips. “I...asked him to marry me.” He admits in a warm tone, looking down at Amalia’s hands, one of his fingers unconsciously rubbing against her ring finger.
He notices the way she drifts back from him slightly, can feel it in her hands and their soft mental connection, and it makes his breath catch slightly in his throat. Glassy-eyed now as he recalls the look of horror on Zero’s face, and how, in the fact of a monstrous lion he kept wanting to help...it makes Remi shiver with guilt as he pulls in a hasty and weighted breath.
“Mmmmm.” Remi hums a note of agreement, taking in a breath meant to steady his racing heart. “I...uhmm..” He continues, colour returning to his face as an inappropriately joyful smile (in the face of their conversation) tugs at his lips. “I...asked him to marry me.” He admits in a warm tone, looking down at Amalia’s hands, one of his fingers unconsciously rubbing against her ring finger.
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.
