REMI
the alchemist
What good are hands
if there's nothing that they hold
if there's nothing that they hold
Like Sam, everything is muffled and far away while they're together. Quickly though—far too quickly—Sam is suddenly gone, replaced by the staggering deprivation of chemicals and a good chunk of Remi's neck. Slowly the pain bleeds into his mind at the same time as bits of what Sam is saying does, and it's with a great effort that Remi sits up to see the ascended on the ground, his mouth covered in blood.
Though Remi's semi-erection is fighting for attention, the warm blood which spills down the Lullaby's neck takes precedence, and so he finds himself putting pressure on the wound with the palm of his hand as he hisses in pain.
"R—nin" He grumbles, coughing a few times to clear his head. "Don't. It's not his fault."
Remi has taken 30pts of damage from Sam.
Though Remi's semi-erection is fighting for attention, the warm blood which spills down the Lullaby's neck takes precedence, and so he finds himself putting pressure on the wound with the palm of his hand as he hisses in pain.
"R—nin" He grumbles, coughing a few times to clear his head. "Don't. It's not his fault."
Remi has taken 30pts of damage from Sam.
And what good are hearts
if you bury them all alone?
if you bury them all alone?
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.
