"Suit yourself. Just make sure you cut. Tearing the boughs and leaves isn't good for the trees." Raising the machete as if meaning to chop of the youth's head with it, Remi flings it into the moss where it lodges itself deeply into the ground.
Spreading his wings and taking off after Arsen, the Lullaby adjusts and twists himself as he moves through the branches and boughs. "For the reasons I just said." He explains, more or less patiently. "It's healthier for the Woods, and it will make it harder for the ascended to come through." With hands suddenly punctuated with long claws, Remi begins to prune the upper canopy with all the care and attention with which he might give to his husband. It truly is a labour of love, one he makes sure to narrate carefully for Arsen so that the other man will do it properly.
"But if you're asking why we're doing it, and not just in general...well, I suppose because Mort and Ludo told me to make this place more defensible."
Spreading his wings and taking off after Arsen, the Lullaby adjusts and twists himself as he moves through the branches and boughs. "For the reasons I just said." He explains, more or less patiently. "It's healthier for the Woods, and it will make it harder for the ascended to come through." With hands suddenly punctuated with long claws, Remi begins to prune the upper canopy with all the care and attention with which he might give to his husband. It truly is a labour of love, one he makes sure to narrate carefully for Arsen so that the other man will do it properly.
"But if you're asking why we're doing it, and not just in general...well, I suppose because Mort and Ludo told me to make this place more defensible."
Now don't you look so grand, runnin'
Through the reds of my traffic lights
Through the reds of my traffic lights
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.
