i'm a boat in the ocean, & my sails are broken
As the Flood stumbles, Remi instinctively tightens around him. Strong as he is, he's more than able to keep himself fulcrumed in quite a devastating position against the Sunjata. His wings flaps and strain as if they can act like giant arms for the pair of them which they might use for balance. They're one body now anyway it seems, they might as well move like one.
"Mmmmm?" The alchemist hums in reply, arching back slightly so that he can see into Sunjata's storm-morning stare. This of course puts more pressure on his hips, and against the problematic third horn. "Y'gotta keep your head up." He warns, having felt the way Sunjata's head collapsed down against him only moments ago as they stumbled. (Though to be fair, one of his heads definitely was and still is, up). "I've got you." Remi adds reassuringly, both hands now finding the spirals of Sunjata's horns and gripping them firmly at the base.
The flare of his wings makes his ribcage expand as they beat down, harder and faster now. Remi is determined—and quite convinced—that with two sets of feathers for one both (tethered together by limbs as they are), that they should be able to fly over the ocean and toward home. And, with his fingers tight around Sunjata's horns, hopefully, there is no risk of him looking down again (which is what caused the stumble before. It must have been).
"Harder!" He pants, his body thrumming with every pulse of his wings.
"Mmmmm?" The alchemist hums in reply, arching back slightly so that he can see into Sunjata's storm-morning stare. This of course puts more pressure on his hips, and against the problematic third horn. "Y'gotta keep your head up." He warns, having felt the way Sunjata's head collapsed down against him only moments ago as they stumbled. (Though to be fair, one of his heads definitely was and still is, up). "I've got you." Remi adds reassuringly, both hands now finding the spirals of Sunjata's horns and gripping them firmly at the base.
The flare of his wings makes his ribcage expand as they beat down, harder and faster now. Remi is determined—and quite convinced—that with two sets of feathers for one both (tethered together by limbs as they are), that they should be able to fly over the ocean and toward home. And, with his fingers tight around Sunjata's horns, hopefully, there is no risk of him looking down again (which is what caused the stumble before. It must have been).
"Harder!" He pants, his body thrumming with every pulse of his wings.
THE LULLABY
give me an oar 'cause you're the shore that I've been trying to reach
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.
