only one only one.
'Back?' Remi asked, confusion evident in the way his brows reached out for one another. If Vanya was coming back..
A host of uneasy thoughts followed this. Unhappy and unfair as they were, they blinded the alchemist with their potency. Thoughts like, surely Vanya and I aren't on the same level. Not anymore or Yes it is different to last year, as we hadn't made any promises to each other then. Remi could feel his teeth sharpening, and intertwined with more hostility towards Vanya and the lengths the hunter would go for his former flame, was the urge to bite, and tear, and devour. "Considering I did that to appease Ludo so that it might not feel inclined to steal any more of my memories, memories of you specifically, yes I'd say it's quite fucking different." The alchemist snapped.
The itch grew, and as Remi closed his eyes against it, nose scrunching as if that somehow assisted his willpower, he realized he'd not meant a word of what he'd said. It wasn't him who felt the rage, but the predators inside of him using it as a means to springboard towards the throat of the luxere.
"Ronin, please.." He mumbled, voice suddenly soft and pleading, eyes still firmly closed. "..I can't talk to you when you're like this. Change back." His hands had balled into fists at his sides, claws punctuating his fingertips as long tawny strands of mane appeared through his curls.
A host of uneasy thoughts followed this. Unhappy and unfair as they were, they blinded the alchemist with their potency. Thoughts like, surely Vanya and I aren't on the same level. Not anymore or Yes it is different to last year, as we hadn't made any promises to each other then. Remi could feel his teeth sharpening, and intertwined with more hostility towards Vanya and the lengths the hunter would go for his former flame, was the urge to bite, and tear, and devour. "Considering I did that to appease Ludo so that it might not feel inclined to steal any more of my memories, memories of you specifically, yes I'd say it's quite fucking different." The alchemist snapped.
The itch grew, and as Remi closed his eyes against it, nose scrunching as if that somehow assisted his willpower, he realized he'd not meant a word of what he'd said. It wasn't him who felt the rage, but the predators inside of him using it as a means to springboard towards the throat of the luxere.
"Ronin, please.." He mumbled, voice suddenly soft and pleading, eyes still firmly closed. "..I can't talk to you when you're like this. Change back." His hands had balled into fists at his sides, claws punctuating his fingertips as long tawny strands of mane appeared through his curls.
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.
