maybe i'm a runaway train, maybe i'm a feather in a hurricane
He is the thing protecting the Greatwood from the ascended and while the gods might not agree, he's also the one who can bend the rules. So as she reaches for his hand, he reaches for her. Tugging her against him, enfolded in arms and wings and the sounds of muffled tears and sips of laughter, Remi just snorts at the recognition of how much bigger he is now. Her body is a non-temperature against him, calibrated perfectly and in that feeling like nothing at all, but he hardly cares.
"Others?" He mumbles into the golden sweep of hair against her neck, before pulling back enough to gaze down at her. "Oh..kay? Anyone I should know about?" Remi isn't sure why it matters, not having put two and two together that those who have returned are ascended, and unless one of them is Aoife (which Isla presumably would have led with), he doesn't care.
"Others?" He mumbles into the golden sweep of hair against her neck, before pulling back enough to gaze down at her. "Oh..kay? Anyone I should know about?" Remi isn't sure why it matters, not having put two and two together that those who have returned are ascended, and unless one of them is Aoife (which Isla presumably would have led with), he doesn't care.
THE LULLABY
maybe it's a long gray game, but maybe that's a good thing
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.
