if you make it all wrong then i'll make it all right
Dumbfounded, Remi lets his jaw drop open entirely (which only adds to his rather boyish appearance), as he listened with rapt eagerness. “Wait, what happened to Safrin?” The look of joyful interest immediately falls away as does some of the colour from Remi’s cheeks. In his chest, his heart begins to hammer, blood rushing to his ears. “Ronin...” He whispers under his breath as if just finally understanding, which only makes his heart beat all the more unsteady.
Glancing to the side where, to his surprise and delight (had he not currently been wildly speculating about Ronin’s condition), a trio of stars softly glistened. “Wha-“ He breathes, the scientist in him too curious to turn away despite the dire tone of their conversation. “Really Amalia, if my stars were not good enough all you needed to do was say so.” Remi laughs softly, but his heart isn’t really in it. Not until he better understands the link between Ronin and Safrin. “Whatever you need, however I can help, you do not even need to ask.” He adds with regards to the shrine that she will build.
“Nowhere should want to be like Northaven.” Remi agrees with an equally darkly-humoured tone. “But...” He mights the inside of his lip, squeezing her hands and imparting a mental pulse of affection and understanding; a genuine humility meant to supersede what he says next, if his words end up failing to convey his meaning. “Unless you, ahh, the naturals, I suppose, are planning to kick us all out...I think we do need some laws. Some rules.” Sadness and pain coat his expression then, and with a wince of regret Remi tugs in a breath. “I almost killed someone last year, Amalia. I was absolutely ready to. Had Ronin not walked by, I am not sure what would have happened to that man. Had Ronin not thrown me into a pit for my own sanity until I got things under control, I cannot say what I might have done.” Cracked sea-glass eyes, a complexion gone quite pale, splotches of shame high in his cheeks. “Whatever ... way there was before, however you lived such that you needed no governance...I think we have broken it.” He admitted, eyes falling.
Glancing to the side where, to his surprise and delight (had he not currently been wildly speculating about Ronin’s condition), a trio of stars softly glistened. “Wha-“ He breathes, the scientist in him too curious to turn away despite the dire tone of their conversation. “Really Amalia, if my stars were not good enough all you needed to do was say so.” Remi laughs softly, but his heart isn’t really in it. Not until he better understands the link between Ronin and Safrin. “Whatever you need, however I can help, you do not even need to ask.” He adds with regards to the shrine that she will build.
“Nowhere should want to be like Northaven.” Remi agrees with an equally darkly-humoured tone. “But...” He mights the inside of his lip, squeezing her hands and imparting a mental pulse of affection and understanding; a genuine humility meant to supersede what he says next, if his words end up failing to convey his meaning. “Unless you, ahh, the naturals, I suppose, are planning to kick us all out...I think we do need some laws. Some rules.” Sadness and pain coat his expression then, and with a wince of regret Remi tugs in a breath. “I almost killed someone last year, Amalia. I was absolutely ready to. Had Ronin not walked by, I am not sure what would have happened to that man. Had Ronin not thrown me into a pit for my own sanity until I got things under control, I cannot say what I might have done.” Cracked sea-glass eyes, a complexion gone quite pale, splotches of shame high in his cheeks. “Whatever ... way there was before, however you lived such that you needed no governance...I think we have broken it.” He admitted, eyes falling.
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.
