REMI
the lullaby
I wear this crown of thorns
Upon my liar's chair
Upon my liar's chair
(omgomgomgogmgom nate thread)
Remi doesn't hear the ascended. Whether it's because of the man's unnatural ability to keep quiet or simply because he's lost in conversation with a woman he hardly knows doesn't matter much. But he doesn't spook or start at the sound of Nate's voice. He does stop talking of course, slowly turning a tear-bright cheek over his shoulder that he might catch the outline of who it is. Smiling softly at the other man with a warmth that doesn't quite reach his eyes, Remi lets his gaze fall for a moment before he softly shakes his head.
"I would like that very much." He says, the words tangled around a self-deprecating laugh. "But I can't. Sworn to secrecy, and all that." This is sad with appropriate annoyance, both at the cliche words and how frustratingly true they are.
Remi doesn't hear the ascended. Whether it's because of the man's unnatural ability to keep quiet or simply because he's lost in conversation with a woman he hardly knows doesn't matter much. But he doesn't spook or start at the sound of Nate's voice. He does stop talking of course, slowly turning a tear-bright cheek over his shoulder that he might catch the outline of who it is. Smiling softly at the other man with a warmth that doesn't quite reach his eyes, Remi lets his gaze fall for a moment before he softly shakes his head.
"I would like that very much." He says, the words tangled around a self-deprecating laugh. "But I can't. Sworn to secrecy, and all that." This is sad with appropriate annoyance, both at the cliche words and how frustratingly true they are.
Full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair
I cannot repair
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.
