maybe i'm a runaway train, maybe i'm a feather in a hurricane
"Husband.."{]/say} Remi sings in a warning tone. He was hungry, yes, but there was only so much talk of rubbing he could take before certain needs overcame others. "Mm, my duplicate is down an arm though too." Remi points out, though Ronin wasn't wrong; there were other ways Remi could make things easier on himself. So thinking, a tentacle slithered out from below his shirt, waggling obscenely in Ronin's direction.
It comes as a surprise to no one that Remi takes footsie quite seriously, always striving to be on top or, when that proves boring, to try and interlace his toes with Ronin's. Mention of Mateo and Flora (not Mateo, Flora, and Enzo), has the Lullaby's chewing growing slow and then stopping altogether as he stares down at his eggs thoughtfully. The mention of his son, or rather, the lack of it, doesn't send him into a furious silence as it had done months before, but still the ache was fresh enough to knock the wind from his lungs.
"It might be better for us to visit them. It is dangerous here." Is all he can say for a moment as he mentally banishes the darkness that Enzo's memory tries to bring. 'I think...' Remi pauses, swallowing. "I think Mort might finally have time to hear me out." Ever since they'd settled in the Cordillera, Remi had been praying to the god. Not to bring his son back, but for the chance to say goodbye.
It comes as a surprise to no one that Remi takes footsie quite seriously, always striving to be on top or, when that proves boring, to try and interlace his toes with Ronin's. Mention of Mateo and Flora (not Mateo, Flora, and Enzo), has the Lullaby's chewing growing slow and then stopping altogether as he stares down at his eggs thoughtfully. The mention of his son, or rather, the lack of it, doesn't send him into a furious silence as it had done months before, but still the ache was fresh enough to knock the wind from his lungs.
"It might be better for us to visit them. It is dangerous here." Is all he can say for a moment as he mentally banishes the darkness that Enzo's memory tries to bring. 'I think...' Remi pauses, swallowing. "I think Mort might finally have time to hear me out." Ever since they'd settled in the Cordillera, Remi had been praying to the god. Not to bring his son back, but for the chance to say goodbye.
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.
