wild in the silence; no way to make it right
"I can. Though I do get tired sometimes." Remi admits with a soft chuckle. There was no need to get into the complexities of his magic, no need to tell the boy that he almost completely reserved this magic for moments like these moments. "I can teach you if you want?" The lying comes easier to him now. He'd once questioned his ability to send anyone to their death with lies obscuring things, but Ludo had helped him understand. And if he was wrong about it? Well. He'd pay for all those mistakes if he ever did make it to Mort's halls.
"Okay Malcolm. Sit up really straight. Then I want you to whisper the names of everyone in the world that you love, alright? Everyone you want to protect and make food for."
Hopefully lost in these instructions, as the boy did as he was told, Remi's tail would appear. Curved and deadly. Only when the boy had spoken the last name, no matter how long it took him, would Remi strike. Silently and painlessly life would slip from the boy's body, hopefully leaving only the lingering sweetness of the berries and the names of his family and friends on his tongue.
"Okay Malcolm. Sit up really straight. Then I want you to whisper the names of everyone in the world that you love, alright? Everyone you want to protect and make food for."
Hopefully lost in these instructions, as the boy did as he was told, Remi's tail would appear. Curved and deadly. Only when the boy had spoken the last name, no matter how long it took him, would Remi strike. Silently and painlessly life would slip from the boy's body, hopefully leaving only the lingering sweetness of the berries and the names of his family and friends on his tongue.
THE ALCHEMIST
i’ve been chasin the storm of a lovesick lonely lie
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.
