While Ronin called for Vai, Remi slumped himself down right onto the floor where it was cool, and flat, and no one was threatening murder. The events of the last hour haze through Remi's mind even as he closes his eyes against him. A headache has already begun to storm behind his eyes and no matter which way he turns his head, his neck is stiff with tension that makes him want to vomit.
His hand is still on his throat helping to clot the blood, though most of it had in fact dried now and stopped actively bleeding. Gods, why did it have to be Sam. Of anyone and everyone who might have bit him, why Sam?
Groaning to himself and muttering vague threats under his breath, Remi reaches out with the hand not against his throat and slings it over his eyes, as if he might block the world out for a time.
His hand is still on his throat helping to clot the blood, though most of it had in fact dried now and stopped actively bleeding. Gods, why did it have to be Sam. Of anyone and everyone who might have bit him, why Sam?
Groaning to himself and muttering vague threats under his breath, Remi reaches out with the hand not against his throat and slings it over his eyes, as if he might block the world out for a time.
who's got their claws in you my friend?
into your heart i'll b e a t again
into your heart i'll b e a t again
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.
