sometimes love is a feather, sometimes a cannon ball
Relief coursed through him as Ronin knocked against him. Exhaling a shaky stream as his mind stumbled and started to piece together what his husband was saying, it was only as he saw the not-quite real iteration of the guildmaster with Aoife clutched against him, that he fully relaxed. "It is just a building." Remi agreed softly, though he felt something in him ache vividly to think of it burning. It was where so much had happened, where so many firsts and lasts had been made. Memories could persist he knew—and would—but it was still hard to imagine it being gone.
Glancing at Deimos, Adam and Peter, Kiada and the rest, Remi shook his head. " It is just wood. Let it burn, do not risk yourself for this." He called loudly, eyes bright as he mentally punctuated this sentiment to the attuned's: It is only a building. It does not matter.
So saying, he wrapped a wing around Ronin and Aoife to keep the smoke from billowing into their lungs as they hustled out into the snow.
Remi tells everyone to let the building burn, and goes outside with Aoife and Ronin
Glancing at Deimos, Adam and Peter, Kiada and the rest, Remi shook his head. " It is just wood. Let it burn, do not risk yourself for this." He called loudly, eyes bright as he mentally punctuated this sentiment to the attuned's: It is only a building. It does not matter.
So saying, he wrapped a wing around Ronin and Aoife to keep the smoke from billowing into their lungs as they hustled out into the snow.
Remi tells everyone to let the building burn, and goes outside with Aoife and Ronin
Remi
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.
