walked out this morning and i wrote down this song.
i just can't remember who to send it to
i just can't remember who to send it to
"You would think so, and yet..." Remi shrugs. Despite all the weirdness of the world, somehow fighting still seemed to be everyone's number one priority. The Order certainly didn't help with that, but then again neither did the gods.
Nodding as they walk, understanding well the strange obligation that being brought back from the dead—or being made into a demigod—could bestow, Remi tries to swallow down the uneasy sensation that wants to ball itself in the back of his throat. "Not harm, then...but...perhaps just a faster way to flee a bad situation?" His wings perhaps. His manticore shift. His ability to pull the shadows around himself in a protective shield.
"Listen, I just don't want to see you end up inside a unicorn again, because some idiot misses you too much to let you go." He adds with a boyish grin, glancing at her over his shoulder.
Nodding as they walk, understanding well the strange obligation that being brought back from the dead—or being made into a demigod—could bestow, Remi tries to swallow down the uneasy sensation that wants to ball itself in the back of his throat. "Not harm, then...but...perhaps just a faster way to flee a bad situation?" His wings perhaps. His manticore shift. His ability to pull the shadows around himself in a protective shield.
"Listen, I just don't want to see you end up inside a unicorn again, because some idiot misses you too much to let you go." He adds with a boyish grin, glancing at her over his shoulder.
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.
