what good is it live with nothing left to give?
And of course Remi would go, and of course he'd listen.
A warm spark of excitement coursed through his system followed just as quickly by icicles that seemed to lodge in his joints and the cockles of his heart. Ronin looked...he looked mad, and what was worse, he no longer looked at all like himself. Instead he was some dark mirror-image, a facsimile with just enough likeness to make Remi's breath catch, but not enough to sway him entirely.
In Remi's pocket was his illusion-lens, but of course he didn't even think of using it. For all he knew of blighted-Ronin, still his trust in his husband persisted.
"Ronin—" Remi hissed softly, trotting through the snow and making far more noise than Ronin had (hint #1), as he stumbled awkwardly forward, trying to follow the king's path (which he couldn't see, hint #2).
A warm spark of excitement coursed through his system followed just as quickly by icicles that seemed to lodge in his joints and the cockles of his heart. Ronin looked...he looked mad, and what was worse, he no longer looked at all like himself. Instead he was some dark mirror-image, a facsimile with just enough likeness to make Remi's breath catch, but not enough to sway him entirely.
In Remi's pocket was his illusion-lens, but of course he didn't even think of using it. For all he knew of blighted-Ronin, still his trust in his husband persisted.
"Ronin—" Remi hissed softly, trotting through the snow and making far more noise than Ronin had (hint #1), as he stumbled awkwardly forward, trying to follow the king's path (which he couldn't see, hint #2).
forget but not forgive, not loving all you see
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.
