the lullaby
Trying to keep his flames as subdued as possible - though the ocean was just beside them should anything properly chaotic happen - Remi chuckles slightly as Isla's hand moves through his flame. "It is not quite like when I am a ghost, but it is not unlike that either." He notes with a small smile. "I can...feel where your hand just was, but it is more like...fabric being draped over it, if that makes sense. Or maybe wind."
Taking a breath which only had the fire around Remi's throat glowing bright amber in response, the ifrit nods. Relaxing his hold on the flames that Isla might have any chance at all of manipulating them, the Lullaby waits with bated breath to see what, if anything at all, Isla might be able to do and perhaps more interesting to him, what it might feel like.
Taking a breath which only had the fire around Remi's throat glowing bright amber in response, the ifrit nods. Relaxing his hold on the flames that Isla might have any chance at all of manipulating them, the Lullaby waits with bated breath to see what, if anything at all, Isla might be able to do and perhaps more interesting to him, what it might feel like.
Every shade of hurt you know
From the deep blue to the marigold
It's gonna make sense someday lookin' back
From the deep blue to the marigold
It's gonna make sense someday lookin' back
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.
