you trace my lines, stirring my soul
Slowly, as if caring a great weight, Remi turned to follow Ronin in sitting. Ruffling a hand through his curls—free of feathers, mind you—he nodded. It wasn't fair to make Ronin play fill in the blank but it all seemed so strangely surreal that it was all too easy to take advantage of his husband's not-naive mind.
"I hardly felt a thing, other than perhaps guilt after. But not for having killed them, just...for tricking them." Swallowing and placing his elbows on his knees, chin cupped in his hands, he continued. "I made them think I had items that would save them. It was all just an illusion, but of course they didn't know that. I said I was there to save them." This was said in a voice just above a whisper, Remi's lips frowning sadly at the memory of it. "I told them to gather close so I could help them. They did it without even a thought."
Glancing at Ronin, brows furrowed, Remi tried to see in the blue depths of his husband's eyes the monstrousness he was sure Ronin was currently seeing in him. "They all died thinking they'd been saved.."
"I hardly felt a thing, other than perhaps guilt after. But not for having killed them, just...for tricking them." Swallowing and placing his elbows on his knees, chin cupped in his hands, he continued. "I made them think I had items that would save them. It was all just an illusion, but of course they didn't know that. I said I was there to save them." This was said in a voice just above a whisper, Remi's lips frowning sadly at the memory of it. "I told them to gather close so I could help them. They did it without even a thought."
Glancing at Ronin, brows furrowed, Remi tried to see in the blue depths of his husband's eyes the monstrousness he was sure Ronin was currently seeing in him. "They all died thinking they'd been saved.."
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.
