REMI
if you're not going to swim deep with me
But it wasn't just the Valkyrie, Sword, and two little ones.
Preoccupied for the nights as he had been with Ronin, it took very little time indeed for Remi to realize that Hotaru was gone when he'd gone to check on her. Predatory as he was in the majority of his shifts, picking up Hotaru's trail was quite easy. Picking up the trail of his twins was easier still.
With his heart hammering in his throat and dark thoughts planting seeds his imagination was all too keen to fertilize as he flew, the manticore tracks and follows, burning from the inside out.Nevermind that the trip would have taken her at least a week and he'd have absolutely caught up before this xD.
Eventually what he sees below—Deimos with his arms outstretched toward Hotaru and the twins—has the manticore's teeth grinding together. What Remi feels isn't jealousy of course, but an insatiable need to protect and keep safe the lives he'd played a part in creating. Lives that, when Deimos and Hotaru were together, seemed always in jeopardy. Landing with wings flared and ears pinned into his halo of wind-swept mane, the manticore fixes seething and hurt-filled eyes upon Valkyrie and Sword as he positions himself between the two of them and where Hotaru has bundled the twins away to sleep.
The alchemist doesn't bother to temper the hot wind of confusion, anger, and distress that he feels, letting it gust toward the reunited friends as his fanning wings hides his children from view. A coup staged in Halo while you were pregnant. A flight over the mountains that lead to early labour. And now this. Remi's words are thickly accented as his mental speech normally makes them, but they're tempered somewhat by the bewilderment he feels that Hotaru could be so consistently reckless.
Preoccupied for the nights as he had been with Ronin, it took very little time indeed for Remi to realize that Hotaru was gone when he'd gone to check on her. Predatory as he was in the majority of his shifts, picking up Hotaru's trail was quite easy. Picking up the trail of his twins was easier still.
With his heart hammering in his throat and dark thoughts planting seeds his imagination was all too keen to fertilize as he flew, the manticore tracks and follows, burning from the inside out.
Eventually what he sees below—Deimos with his arms outstretched toward Hotaru and the twins—has the manticore's teeth grinding together. What Remi feels isn't jealousy of course, but an insatiable need to protect and keep safe the lives he'd played a part in creating. Lives that, when Deimos and Hotaru were together, seemed always in jeopardy. Landing with wings flared and ears pinned into his halo of wind-swept mane, the manticore fixes seething and hurt-filled eyes upon Valkyrie and Sword as he positions himself between the two of them and where Hotaru has bundled the twins away to sleep.
The alchemist doesn't bother to temper the hot wind of confusion, anger, and distress that he feels, letting it gust toward the reunited friends as his fanning wings hides his children from view. A coup staged in Halo while you were pregnant. A flight over the mountains that lead to early labour. And now this. Remi's words are thickly accented as his mental speech normally makes them, but they're tempered somewhat by the bewilderment he feels that Hotaru could be so consistently reckless.
get out of my waters
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.
