the little prince

i've seen fire & i've seen rain.
i've seen sunny days that i thought would never end

Remi grins, knowing that Mateo is currently all that's keeping him from experiencing the dissatisfaction behind Isla's stare. "It means the only people who can kill me are ones that I love, and who love me. There aren't many who fit that criteria." As for whether or not Isla could kill him? Something dark coils and awakens deep in his belly at the thought of it. Ruffling a hand through his curls, Remi exhales a touch more sharply than he'd intended and shrug. "In a fight, probably not. But any other time I'm not sure I'd ever see it coming."

It feels him with a delicious sense of dread that instantly makes him feel guilty. Remi doesn't want to die of course, but powerful as he is, there are so few things that make him feel afraid these days, that the tingle of adrenaline in the balls of his feet is a rarity that his predatory nature is keen to destroy.

"I think so. But, just to be safe—" Remi thinks of some of the more obnoxious bells that line the wishing wagon, and like magic (because it is), they appear in his hands. Placing them softly around the boy that the Lullaby and medic might be alerted if he moves (or is moved), Remi turns and nods.