REMI
"Don't say it like that." Remi protests miserably. He prefers to think of Ronin as just being in another room, working on a separate project. That he'll be down for dinner is a welcome lie that the Lullaby often tells himself. And what that lie rears its ugly head? Well then Remi goes for a walk, wherein he either masturbates, demolishes a tree, or kills something. Sometimes all three.
Oooh, he's sharp-tongued tonight. Pressing his tongue against Ronin's as if to test the truth of what he's just thought, Remi reaches up for Ronin's dark mop of hair, tangling his fingers into it as if he had cause to think that the Star might slip away from him.
It was true enough to think that Ronin was always in the lead, Remi always prowling and following behind; that dynamic had never bothered the alchemist one bit. Where the Star lead the Lullaby would happily follow. Into dreams, into adventure, and one day, into death as well.
Oooh, he's sharp-tongued tonight. Pressing his tongue against Ronin's as if to test the truth of what he's just thought, Remi reaches up for Ronin's dark mop of hair, tangling his fingers into it as if he had cause to think that the Star might slip away from him.
It was true enough to think that Ronin was always in the lead, Remi always prowling and following behind; that dynamic had never bothered the alchemist one bit. Where the Star lead the Lullaby would happily follow. Into dreams, into adventure, and one day, into death as well.
Who are you? They ask. Death?
Sometimes... I say. But not today
Sometimes... I say. But not today
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.
