Eventually, it always seemed to come back to Safrin. To seek her out for something, to return to her for something else. Aoife, Seren, Vanya...blights, demigods, luxere. Always it was something, and always the goddess had the upper hand. Trying to force these thoughts from his mind, Remi gave Ronin's hand a gentle squeeze as they entered the lighthouse. "Soon it will all be over, and Vanya will be where she belongs." He whispered, wanting so badly to believe in the optimism of his words. remi Too long till I drown in your hands |
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.