sometimes love is a feather, sometimes a cannon ball
Accepting Aoife with a guilty flicker of relief that she hadn't been harmed in Ronin's presence (charm aside, the blight could harm those around it by more than simply infecting them), Remi nestled her against him. Over the horizon of her dark hair, Remi watched Ronin wrapping the body up with an objective sort of scrutiny. The hunter knew what he was doing well enough, which was both a relief and a horror. But such were thoughts for later, that night, when he couldn't sleep.
For now, he simply pressed his nose against the shell of Aoife's ear and exhaled softly making the girl squirm with muted protests at the ticklish sensation.
"Cleaned?" Looking at the already drying maroon stains, the alchemist was inclined to agree. "What say you darling one?" Remi whispered against Aoife, who, close to exhaustion, gave no reply. Rising, Remi went to the wall Ronin and Skyler had found themselves against. He looked at it for a long moment, eyes playing over the black and red like some horrific painting he didn't understand. Swallowing, he placed a hand against it, and the wood warped into stone. Too weary to care much for the floor where the majority of the blood was, Remi simply indicated that Ronin ought to stand back (with the body). Earth appeared suddenly, as if having eaten right through the floor. Dirt and moss covered the area like some strange indoor rock slide had occurred.
Raising a brow, the alchemist turned towards the body now entirely without feature inside of the blankets. "I could carry it somewhere." Not we, for someone would have to take Aoife. "The storms...the labyrinth..A grave deep enough that none would find it."
For one who had never hidden a body before, the alchemist was eerily calm.
For now, he simply pressed his nose against the shell of Aoife's ear and exhaled softly making the girl squirm with muted protests at the ticklish sensation.
"Cleaned?" Looking at the already drying maroon stains, the alchemist was inclined to agree. "What say you darling one?" Remi whispered against Aoife, who, close to exhaustion, gave no reply. Rising, Remi went to the wall Ronin and Skyler had found themselves against. He looked at it for a long moment, eyes playing over the black and red like some horrific painting he didn't understand. Swallowing, he placed a hand against it, and the wood warped into stone. Too weary to care much for the floor where the majority of the blood was, Remi simply indicated that Ronin ought to stand back (with the body). Earth appeared suddenly, as if having eaten right through the floor. Dirt and moss covered the area like some strange indoor rock slide had occurred.
Raising a brow, the alchemist turned towards the body now entirely without feature inside of the blankets. "I could carry it somewhere." Not we, for someone would have to take Aoife. "The storms...the labyrinth..A grave deep enough that none would find it."
For one who had never hidden a body before, the alchemist was eerily calm.
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.
