oh but that's the irony: broken people are not fragile
Remi is more animal than man, though he's man enough to keep his son strapped and upright on his back. With wings around the infant swaddled in Ianto's scarves and secured with vines, Remi wears Mateo like some earthen backpack. Shirtless and covered with scratches from the brambles he's been trekking through, the Lullaby lifts his head at the sound of Vai's voice, as a lion might upon hearing branches crackling in the distance.
Flee, some part of him suggests. Abscond back into the wilderness where you can't be followed. He doesn't, though. For Vai he becomes mostly a man, retaining his wings that they might provide a barrier around Mateo. Stepping out from a thicket, thorns and leaves tugging at him, wanting him to remain hidden, Remi halts and offers the witch a wordless smile. He looks like hell, rugged though he might be. Having no desire to shave or keep his curls in check, Remi's face is a halo of hair. "Hi, Vai." He all but whispers.
Flee, some part of him suggests. Abscond back into the wilderness where you can't be followed. He doesn't, though. For Vai he becomes mostly a man, retaining his wings that they might provide a barrier around Mateo. Stepping out from a thicket, thorns and leaves tugging at him, wanting him to remain hidden, Remi halts and offers the witch a wordless smile. He looks like hell, rugged though he might be. Having no desire to shave or keep his curls in check, Remi's face is a halo of hair. "Hi, Vai." He all but whispers.
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.
