if everything we've got is slipping away
The hammering of his heart abruptly ceased. The world began to fade, to spin, to grow cold. As if swimming in ice water, Remi gasped, clenching his hands together as they began to tremble and shake. “A…” But he couldn’t even finish the sentence. A season. That was no time at all. It took longer than that to make most of Remi’s alcohols, much less somehow puzzle out a cure to the blight.
His breath came swiftly then, in fits and starts. “Please—” Remi all but moaned, tears sweeping across his shattered stare as he hopelessly shook his head before the goddess. “I have lost him once. I..” Fingertips pulsing against his palm, Remi closed his eyes against the wave of tears that threatened to break.
Then, desperate, Remi’s trembling fingers reached for his notes. Drawings of the blight, details of how it spread. Information he’d learned from Phoebe, Ronin’s symptoms. Gesturing wildly at the parchment as if mere effort alone was somehow enough, Remi swallowed harshly. “I...I do not understand it. It seems organic...it...it is taking over him, like a parasite.” Then, perhaps far too boldly, but too wrapped up in the ever-darkening thoughts of Ronin’s imminent death, Remi asked: “And you? What are your symptoms?”
His breath came swiftly then, in fits and starts. “Please—” Remi all but moaned, tears sweeping across his shattered stare as he hopelessly shook his head before the goddess. “I have lost him once. I..” Fingertips pulsing against his palm, Remi closed his eyes against the wave of tears that threatened to break.
Then, desperate, Remi’s trembling fingers reached for his notes. Drawings of the blight, details of how it spread. Information he’d learned from Phoebe, Ronin’s symptoms. Gesturing wildly at the parchment as if mere effort alone was somehow enough, Remi swallowed harshly. “I...I do not understand it. It seems organic...it...it is taking over him, like a parasite.” Then, perhaps far too boldly, but too wrapped up in the ever-darkening thoughts of Ronin’s imminent death, Remi asked: “And you? What are your symptoms?”
i meant what i said when i said until my dying day
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.
