all this time i was finding myself & i didn't know? i was lost
Drawing his knees up as he leaned against the fireplace, Remi let his head loll against the fox's, enjoying the simple comfort of the wild thing and its various tactile feels against him, warm and real in his lap. I am not sure you want to see. The alchemist wordlessly whispered. One hand stroked down the length of his friend's back while the other busied itself in the too-soft fur just behind the fox's ears.
A man kidnapped Aoife.. He thought softly, though the ease of his posture was still relaxed, his fingers tense and twitched in the deep red fur. It did not take long to find him, and when we did...Ronin and I.. Melting against the fox, Remi nuzzled his face into the fur in an effort to keep himself from sobbing.
Unable to find the words, the alchemist did as Ianto had suggested: through the bond the fox would both see and feel the overwhelming worry and concern. The maddening rage directed at Skyler for daring to goad the two men on and try and fight back. How his hand had tightened on Aoife's throat. The way that hand had been severed and had fallen to the ground...the surreal sound of wet that had accompanied Ronin's ever punch. The smile on the king's face as life bled out of the kidnapper. The easy weight of the body as Remi had disposed of it.
Shaking, Remi's chest convulsed a few times as, in an effort to contain the sobs wanting to break free, he'd simply held his breath.
A man kidnapped Aoife.. He thought softly, though the ease of his posture was still relaxed, his fingers tense and twitched in the deep red fur. It did not take long to find him, and when we did...Ronin and I.. Melting against the fox, Remi nuzzled his face into the fur in an effort to keep himself from sobbing.
Unable to find the words, the alchemist did as Ianto had suggested: through the bond the fox would both see and feel the overwhelming worry and concern. The maddening rage directed at Skyler for daring to goad the two men on and try and fight back. How his hand had tightened on Aoife's throat. The way that hand had been severed and had fallen to the ground...the surreal sound of wet that had accompanied Ronin's ever punch. The smile on the king's face as life bled out of the kidnapper. The easy weight of the body as Remi had disposed of it.
Shaking, Remi's chest convulsed a few times as, in an effort to contain the sobs wanting to break free, he'd simply held his breath.
THE
ALCHEMIST
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.
