This scar I can't reverse, when the more it heals the worse it hurts
Mateo's letter had certainly given tentacle-dad and regular? normal? default? dad pause, but then, Ronin and Remi had come to expect nothing less from their son. The Huntsman had barely been able to say the words let's not be too hasty before Remi was tugging on a shirt and sliding his feet into a pair of boots. Kissing away his husband's concerns (or at the very least, silencing them), Remi had disappeared from their houseboat and into the night with nearly as much swiftness as if he'd been called to duty by Ludo itself.
A little past what would be 3 a.m. if you were looking at a clock, but what was more colloquially known as the middle of the fucking night, a patch of darkness loomed outside of a certain botanist's little shop. Making almost sound at all and casting no shadow despite the bright light from the full moon, the figure shifted forward until it hovered right outside Mateo's door. A few drops of blood pattered onto the cobblestones from where the creature's cloak had presumably been soaked through, though if it was injured its movements gave no indication.
At first, the hand which stretched out was ghostly; long white-stretched skin was pulled taut over bone-thing reaching fingers. However as the digits curled into a fist, they grew human and solid, allowing the Lullaby to rap against his son's door.
A little past what would be 3 a.m. if you were looking at a clock, but what was more colloquially known as the middle of the fucking night, a patch of darkness loomed outside of a certain botanist's little shop. Making almost sound at all and casting no shadow despite the bright light from the full moon, the figure shifted forward until it hovered right outside Mateo's door. A few drops of blood pattered onto the cobblestones from where the creature's cloak had presumably been soaked through, though if it was injured its movements gave no indication.
At first, the hand which stretched out was ghostly; long white-stretched skin was pulled taut over bone-thing reaching fingers. However as the digits curled into a fist, they grew human and solid, allowing the Lullaby to rap against his son's door.
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.
