walked out this morning and i wrote down this song.
i just can't remember who to send it to
i just can't remember who to send it to
Grinning into the crook of her neck, Remi eventually sets her down despite wanting to keep clutching at her like some doll from his boyhood. 'I'm okay.' He confirms with a nod. "Not good, but I'm ... managing." And really, that was the truth of it. Remi was managing. Not particularly well, but not terribly either. Or at least, not by his standards. Remembering something she said earlier, the alchemist crinkles his nose apologetically. "I...really haven't showered in a while. Its just been me in the Woods. Well. Me and Ianto, and.." Realizing then that the Isla Ronin had manifested in their dreams to take care of their son hadn't been the real one, Remi brightens and softens considerably.
"..and my son." He nearly gushes the word, colour blooming in his cheeks as his dimples deepen and his smile becomes increasingly bashful and crooked. 'Ronin and I had a son."
"..and my son." He nearly gushes the word, colour blooming in his cheeks as his dimples deepen and his smile becomes increasingly bashful and crooked. 'Ronin and I had a son."
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.
