oh but that's the irony: broken people are not fragile
"I could eat you in one mouthful, I'll have you know." The alchemist grumbles under his breath. It's only half an actual warning; being in the woods again has awakened something predatory in the alchemist he's not felt in a long, long while. Though he'll be careful not to lean too heavily into the feeling when it wasn't appropriate to do so, there's a yawning sort of primacy that sings in his bones. Shift, it whispers to him. Shift, and run, and devour. And gods if the cromch of cardinal bones isn't something he longs to hear. But also doesn't. It's an interesting season, to be Remi.
"You know, having just left the sea, I think I'm alright without fish for a little while." He chuckles, resisting the urge to scratch at his curls where Ianto's little feet are holding on.
"I wonder if there's larger game across the Stongsong."
"You know, having just left the sea, I think I'm alright without fish for a little while." He chuckles, resisting the urge to scratch at his curls where Ianto's little feet are holding on.
"I wonder if there's larger game across the Stongsong."
The Lullaby
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.
