walked out this morning and i wrote down this song.
i just can't remember who to send it to
i just can't remember who to send it to
Turning towards Sam as he mewled his words like Mia come to life, Remi crossed his arms across his chest. In the moonlight, the horrific and poorly healed mass of scar tissue where he'd been skewered by ice was only partly covered, but the claw marks where he'd tried to gauge out his own throat were more than clear.
"They absolutely are useless." He agreed, the tension in his jaw clear beneath the unshaven hair. "Yes, who wouldn't want your company. Speaking of, I do hope that patch I made for you is serving you well with your new boyfriend. Though I see you're alone. Did that get too hard for you as well?" Mock sympathy coated Remi's accent as he looked Sam up and down for a moment before shaking his head.
"They absolutely are useless." He agreed, the tension in his jaw clear beneath the unshaven hair. "Yes, who wouldn't want your company. Speaking of, I do hope that patch I made for you is serving you well with your new boyfriend. Though I see you're alone. Did that get too hard for you as well?" Mock sympathy coated Remi's accent as he looked Sam up and down for a moment before shaking his head.
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.
