REMI
the lullaby
I wear this crown of thorns
Upon my liar's chair
Upon my liar's chair
"Well...there was talking involved." Remi chuckles darkly with a shake of his head. Not diplomatic talking, no. That had gone out the window when Morgan had barged in. But they all had to have known it wouldn't work with Loren. It never worked with Loren, nothing ever did.
Feeling Nate's tendrils of anger just before his hand is released, the alchemist forces out a slow breath as he nods in agreement and silent appreciation. He's enough of his own anger just now without needing to add extra complexity to the mix. Still, he appreciates the ascended's awareness of it all.
"Did it?" Remi wonders, glancing over his shoulder at the moonlit-profile of Nate's face.
Feeling Nate's tendrils of anger just before his hand is released, the alchemist forces out a slow breath as he nods in agreement and silent appreciation. He's enough of his own anger just now without needing to add extra complexity to the mix. Still, he appreciates the ascended's awareness of it all.
"Did it?" Remi wonders, glancing over his shoulder at the moonlit-profile of Nate's face.
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.
