& i sing hallelujah, ripped through my veins
"Oh...?" It takes the alchemist a moment because of course it does. Clever as Remi is, putting the puzzle pieces together into a uniform picture has never quite been his strong suit. "Are you Mildew?" Frey had mentioned that there was a demigod who lived in the Feverlands. Who else but that sort of being would boast of literally being the swamp?
"Indeed. My husband Ronin." Remi replies with a warm blush he makes no effort to hide. "Though it was Ludo who helped our son into being." He adds, with no less warmth, though his smile does fade slightly.
Rather than answering, the Lullaby nods and retreats a step or two. Moulding and contorting such that the only thing which remains constant is the green of his eyes, the manticore spreads its wings to let the breeze ruffle softly through his feathers.
"Indeed. My husband Ronin." Remi replies with a warm blush he makes no effort to hide. "Though it was Ludo who helped our son into being." He adds, with no less warmth, though his smile does fade slightly.
Rather than answering, the Lullaby nods and retreats a step or two. Moulding and contorting such that the only thing which remains constant is the green of his eyes, the manticore spreads its wings to let the breeze ruffle softly through his feathers.
i heard the hammer drop, my blood in the rain
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.
