a devil on the run, a six gun lover, a candle in the wind
"You still ain't told me how long you expect me to be here," he remarks, and the longer that particular question goes unanswered, the more Arsen expects a trap. Even through the pain, the skepticism and the unanswered question, he still can't help but raise questioning brows at Remi as he remarks about his schedule. The day Arsen looks like the kind of guy to even have a schedule is a sad day indeed.
Instinctively, he skitters back against the tree as the other man draws close, eyeing his hand like it's something poisonous. But really, the harpy doesn't really have a choice here, so he grumbles and reaches out with his good hand to let it slip into Remi's. "You said Ascended, earlier. They're just a myth, ain't they?"
Instinctively, he skitters back against the tree as the other man draws close, eyeing his hand like it's something poisonous. But really, the harpy doesn't really have a choice here, so he grumbles and reaches out with his good hand to let it slip into Remi's. "You said Ascended, earlier. They're just a myth, ain't they?"
Arsen
