REMI
Pressing his palms against the bark of a tree, happy to feel something rough and real beneath them, Remi can feel the muscles of his back tensing and expanding as his wings disappear back into his flesh (his magical t-shirt making room for them, and then seamlessly closing again). Biting the inside of his cheek as Finn gives voice to thoughts the alchemist was trying to ignore, he lets his hands fall back toward his sides as he straightens and turns properly toward the Spyglass.
Haggard, though it's hard to say who looks the worst out of the pair, Remi swallows hard, thankful for the bear he sports now which hides his unhappy blush. "Why would you dream this?" The Lullaby asks flatly, defensively.
"Think of something, and see if you can make it real." Because Remi had already tried and found he couldn't change the reality of what was around him. But if Finn could, that might give them answers as to whose dream it was, if it was that at all.
Haggard, though it's hard to say who looks the worst out of the pair, Remi swallows hard, thankful for the bear he sports now which hides his unhappy blush. "Why would you dream this?" The Lullaby asks flatly, defensively.
"Think of something, and see if you can make it real." Because Remi had already tried and found he couldn't change the reality of what was around him. But if Finn could, that might give them answers as to whose dream it was, if it was that at all.
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.
