REMI
Remi doesn't bother to shrug off the physical contact because of his magic. Instead, he selfishly lets his fury pour back toward his husband. The colours of their combined emotions do not result in a new and beautiful palette, but instead represent the world as it is sometimes: ugly, dark, and bleak.
Nodding stiffly, appreciating Ronin at that moment more than words could say, Remi fixes his eyes on the Mathair to consider his husband's question. "There is no healer better than Vai." She would be fine, physically. Emotionally though? With all she had been for Jata? Even if it was a mistake or a misunderstanding, would things ever be the same again? 'And she has Zephyr.' He adds, swallowing hard, sounding shockingly cold even to his ears.
'What will you think, if it's his word against hers?' Mother versus bestfriend. The Flood's words against the witch's bruises?
Nodding stiffly, appreciating Ronin at that moment more than words could say, Remi fixes his eyes on the Mathair to consider his husband's question. "There is no healer better than Vai." She would be fine, physically. Emotionally though? With all she had been for Jata? Even if it was a mistake or a misunderstanding, would things ever be the same again? 'And she has Zephyr.' He adds, swallowing hard, sounding shockingly cold even to his ears.
'What will you think, if it's his word against hers?' Mother versus bestfriend. The Flood's words against the witch's bruises?
Now don't you look so grand, runnin'
Through the reds of my traffic lights
Through the reds of my traffic lights
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.
