kidnap me from my reality & crushed pieces of my soul
"We could make it rock." Remi suggests wickedly, though he's actually quite content to simply be used as Ronin's body-pillow. It's probably for the best his hands hadn't started to wander, for they suddenly stiffened upon the Star as memories surfaced. "Well...I doubt it was ever as bad as all this.." Remi mumbles, tugging in a breath and forcing his hands to continue their stalwart ministrations.
"If we were anywhere near any homes, my father would hit my shins hard enough to give me a limp, and then take us to the nearest door asking to sleep in someone's barn. It was easy to say no to him, less so to a crippled child. I was a poor liar, even back then. That's why the injury was always real." Remi explains, his fingers upon Ronin's back suddenly becoming feather-light as they roamed.
"And if we were in town, he'd take up in some brothel or other. Most of the women were kind enough to let me stay as well. I'd help out cleaning, and they'd tell me stories that I...probably shouldn't have heard." A smile creeps into his voice at these bits of respite found in such a messy upbringing.
"But if there was nowhere to go, my father would just..shift. As a bird he could easily be kept warm and dry. But I couldn't, as I wasn't 16 yet. So I learned to lay under the wagon. It was muddy, but eventually, the mud would get a little warm, and the bulk of the wagon would protect me from the wind."
"If we were anywhere near any homes, my father would hit my shins hard enough to give me a limp, and then take us to the nearest door asking to sleep in someone's barn. It was easy to say no to him, less so to a crippled child. I was a poor liar, even back then. That's why the injury was always real." Remi explains, his fingers upon Ronin's back suddenly becoming feather-light as they roamed.
"And if we were in town, he'd take up in some brothel or other. Most of the women were kind enough to let me stay as well. I'd help out cleaning, and they'd tell me stories that I...probably shouldn't have heard." A smile creeps into his voice at these bits of respite found in such a messy upbringing.
"But if there was nowhere to go, my father would just..shift. As a bird he could easily be kept warm and dry. But I couldn't, as I wasn't 16 yet. So I learned to lay under the wagon. It was muddy, but eventually, the mud would get a little warm, and the bulk of the wagon would protect me from the wind."
colour me outside the lines
until my shattered heart is whole
REMI
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.
