The initial sight of the will-o-wisps only made the alchemist smile fondly. They reminded him of a time of dark interiors, feathers in his hair, and one single kiss. However seeing them suddenly depart after a blur that he couldn't quite recognize made him stop hastily in his tracks. Fear flooded through him, his bones seemingly turning to ice as he swallowed hard.
Images of things that were not real.
The woods.
Ludo.
Exhaling in a shaky stream of air, the alchemist turned a worried and reluctant gaze towards Ianto, wanting very much to reach out and take the fox's hand. Instead, he simply whispered wordlessly into his mind: I do not like this...
Pulling out the glass given to him by Safrin to let him see through illusions, Remi clenched his jaw, looking uncertainly through it.
Remi looks at the things unhappily with his illusion-glass
Images of things that were not real.
The woods.
Ludo.
Exhaling in a shaky stream of air, the alchemist turned a worried and reluctant gaze towards Ianto, wanting very much to reach out and take the fox's hand. Instead, he simply whispered wordlessly into his mind: I do not like this...
Pulling out the glass given to him by Safrin to let him see through illusions, Remi clenched his jaw, looking uncertainly through it.
Remi looks at the things unhappily with his illusion-glass
cinnamon whiskey, boy don't kiss me soft and slow
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.
