i've been the prince, i've been the pauper, been the star and played the fool
"They don't. Not anymore." Then, with a pause for perhaps she didn't know, Remi closed his eyes for a moment and turned them up towards the sun. He let the harsh brightness burn red circles behind his closed lids as he took a breath. "My daughter was killed during the Fiat Lux festival. Skewered through with ice. I was too." Perhaps now his scars might make more sense. The ones on his abdomen, anyway. "I've not been back to the Grounds since and don't plan to." In short, no. no one relies on me now.
Ahh. Raising his brows and nodding looking very much the part of awkward gay-man-who-missed-the-reproductive-hint, he sighed. "No that's true. I very much doubt that they'd be willing to trade eyesight for that."
Ahh. Raising his brows and nodding looking very much the part of awkward gay-man-who-missed-the-reproductive-hint, he sighed. "No that's true. I very much doubt that they'd be willing to trade eyesight for that."
been the winner and the loser, in between them, too
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.
