like you'd get your knuckles bloody for me
'Look, all I am saying is that if we brought one of those strange white hand-plants back, and it found its way into Cian's bed...' Holding out his hands, Remi raises a brow and gives his husband an imploring smile. 'Then again I think just about everything around us is either creepy, or murderous, or both.' Unsurprisingly, the Lullaby doesn't sound at all put off by this.
Traipsing through the Feverlands is a muddy and humid ordeal. Remi has long ago removed his shirt, and though he tucked it into the back of his pants, it fell away (or was stolen) at some point. He hasn't noticed until just now, when he reaches for it to mop some of the sweat from his brow. 'You know...I always sort of expected a place like this to be hiding some lush oasis, you know? But...' Glancing around, the alchemist can only grimace. "I think it might just be..swamp."
Traipsing through the Feverlands is a muddy and humid ordeal. Remi has long ago removed his shirt, and though he tucked it into the back of his pants, it fell away (or was stolen) at some point. He hasn't noticed until just now, when he reaches for it to mop some of the sweat from his brow. 'You know...I always sort of expected a place like this to be hiding some lush oasis, you know? But...' Glancing around, the alchemist can only grimace. "I think it might just be..swamp."
remi
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.
