REMI
the lullaby
Though he keeps his gaze on Amalia, the press of Ronin's fingers against his skin tells Remi all he needs to know about his husband's wandering thoughts. Running his tongue along the bottom of still-sharp teeth to keep his concentration, Remi pulls in as polite a breath as he can manage as if that will help dampen the effects of the Star's wandering hand and lips. "Of course I'm alright." The Lullaby replies, a touch quizically as if wondering why he shouldn't be alright. If she means the scratches she left him, he hardly notices. It takes more than that to slow him down, large as her paws might be. If he notices the flush on Ama's cheeks at all, or how her eyes don't quite meet either of theirs, he chalks it up to the lingering effects of the fever. Gods knew it took him a day or so to fully feel like himself again.
Snarling dramatically at the sand-papery nuzzle he receives, Remi raises his head away like some spooked animal. "You didn't happen to steal that from Loren as well, did you?" That would be some trick. Then, as if realizing it might still be possible, Remi's grin turns downright devilish as he looks from Ronin to Amalia. "And if not, could we?"
Snarling dramatically at the sand-papery nuzzle he receives, Remi raises his head away like some spooked animal. "You didn't happen to steal that from Loren as well, did you?" That would be some trick. Then, as if realizing it might still be possible, Remi's grin turns downright devilish as he looks from Ronin to Amalia. "And if not, could we?"
Maybe it's my fault for forgetting
Who I was when I was mine.
Who I was when I was mine.
I've come to realize this one thing:
You couldn't fix what I couldn't find
You couldn't fix what I couldn't find
Code taken from Sky who is utter perfection
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.
