maybe i'm a runaway train, maybe i'm a feather in a hurricane
"Mmmm..."{s/ay} Remi hums thoughtfully under his breath, his tongue pressed against the roof of his mouth as he stares up into the trees. Hopefully, they'd forgive him for this, if only because it was done in an attempt to offer better protection to the Woods as a whole. If not? Well, he'd been beaten by the trees before.
Opening his mouth as he looks down, prepared to tell her that no, that wouldn't be necessary, Remi is rendered entirely speechless. Given how Ianto was forced to become a shapechanger at such a young age, the very last thing he expected of the merchant's daughter was this ability so soon. I can talk to you still, you know. The alchemist points out, reaching down to pick up the small creature.
Did you know I used to be able to shift into a raccoon as well? It was one of my favourites. He explains, his mental voice matching the grin on his lips.
Opening his mouth as he looks down, prepared to tell her that no, that wouldn't be necessary, Remi is rendered entirely speechless. Given how Ianto was forced to become a shapechanger at such a young age, the very last thing he expected of the merchant's daughter was this ability so soon. I can talk to you still, you know. The alchemist points out, reaching down to pick up the small creature.
Did you know I used to be able to shift into a raccoon as well? It was one of my favourites. He explains, his mental voice matching the grin on his lips.
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.
