that's the thing about pain // it demands to be felt
Ice screams through Remi's veins at the sound of the distinct un-change in Isla's voice. He's heard it often enough that his body almost has an instinctive response to it by now. Indeed, feathers have ruffled through his curls as hair raises defensively on the back of his neck. Had it been anyone else the Lullaby would have been confident in his abilities within this dream to bend the world to his advantage. But dreams and memories were Ludo's domain, and the alchemist isn't so prideful as to try to best the herald. Not when it holds his son. "Ronin is quite cranky when he's abruptly woken up like that." He remarks dryly. Though it won't be crankiness that his husband is currently feeling, of that he's quite sure.
Biting the inside of his lip to keep from clawing out at the raggedy god behind the blue eyes and golden hair, Remi nods stiffly. "We'll see how long it lasts. Though there's rumour of a cure in the works, so perhaps all of this will be over soon."
Biting the inside of his lip to keep from clawing out at the raggedy god behind the blue eyes and golden hair, Remi nods stiffly. "We'll see how long it lasts. Though there's rumour of a cure in the works, so perhaps all of this will be over soon."
THE
ALCHEMIST
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.
