Oh if time is a river lets be stones underwater
Grumbling, his face partially against Ronin's thin sweatpants and the jut of his hip, Remi exhales hard enough that one might think he was trying to give his husband a raspberry. They'd be incorrect though, Remi is merely trying to be dramatic. "I still do not want it." He says in a muffled voice. Whatever Isla had been to him - friend, companion (literally), and lover - the thought of sex with any woman made him feel wildly unhappy.
"Ah, that is true." Twisting slightly so he could peer up at Ronin, the Lullaby frowns ever so slightly. "I bet if you had been with me today things would not have gotten as bad as they did." Or maybe they would have, but Ronin always seemed to be able to sail through even the roughest of seas. "King's End." Remi answers with a vague shrug. He did still want to go back for the wishing-well-water, though perhaps he'd do it as a wraith and pass himself off as one of the spirits that haunted the tombs.
"Isla lives there now, so...I suppose that is the last time I will be heading that far east."
"Ah, that is true." Twisting slightly so he could peer up at Ronin, the Lullaby frowns ever so slightly. "I bet if you had been with me today things would not have gotten as bad as they did." Or maybe they would have, but Ronin always seemed to be able to sail through even the roughest of seas. "King's End." Remi answers with a vague shrug. He did still want to go back for the wishing-well-water, though perhaps he'd do it as a wraith and pass himself off as one of the spirits that haunted the tombs.
"Isla lives there now, so...I suppose that is the last time I will be heading that far east."
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.
