aúsi, nos paramas // & still we stand
To say Remi is in a bad mood is an understatement. Though he's able to speak with his husband in his dreams every night, that hasn't helped heal his frayed nerves or his fury at having Ronin simply plucked from his life with nothing more than a it's for the greater good offered as a bandaid.
With hands wrapped in cloth and roses of blood still showing through, from where he had a one-sided boxing match with a tree, Remi is on his way to the Grounds. This isn't a conversation he wants to have, not one that he's even remotely prepared for, but without Ronin the Lullaby has become even rougher around the edges than normal.
It takes a moment for Remi to recognize the woman softly singing to herself as Wessex; how serendipitous that they should meet here, he thinks grudgingly, making his way out of the treeline. If this was the Caido-equivalent of Under Cover Boss, the Lullaby wasn't entirely sure it would work, given how recognizable the Wraith was.
'Hello, neighbour.'
With hands wrapped in cloth and roses of blood still showing through, from where he had a one-sided boxing match with a tree, Remi is on his way to the Grounds. This isn't a conversation he wants to have, not one that he's even remotely prepared for, but without Ronin the Lullaby has become even rougher around the edges than normal.
It takes a moment for Remi to recognize the woman softly singing to herself as Wessex; how serendipitous that they should meet here, he thinks grudgingly, making his way out of the treeline. If this was the Caido-equivalent of Under Cover Boss, the Lullaby wasn't entirely sure it would work, given how recognizable the Wraith was.
'Hello, neighbour.'
THE
LULLABY
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.
