i've got a river for a soul
'Well...normally, you probably do.' Remi says, knowing he isn't explaining well but finding his own thoughts getting in the way of being more clear. Isla had been quite clear that she...didn't exactly want Remi speaking about what was going on with them, and so instead of saying oh, yo know that woman I was confused about? Well... He instead says, "Years ago now, I had a friend who died. I was...seconds too late." His smile is a faltering thing as he draws in a breath. "I asked Ludo to save her and...it did. In a way. The price was one favour." Remi shrugs; his demi-god origin-story was perhaps the least dramatic out of the lot of them. "One day it showed up on the beach and called in that favour. That's why I am who I am today." Who he was, being the demigod of death.
Sitting in the sand, Remi takes a moment to dig his feet into the warm grains. His fingers become sieves that he creates golden rain with, before nodding obligingly to Maeve. "Well, there was the time that Frey stole all feeling I had for the first man I loved. The time Ludo stole memories of everyone I was, or had been in love with. Perhaps the time Vi and Mort forced me to live apart from Ronin? Or of course, when Safrin decided to have sex with my husband and showed up soon after with a child.
Take your pick."
Sitting in the sand, Remi takes a moment to dig his feet into the warm grains. His fingers become sieves that he creates golden rain with, before nodding obligingly to Maeve. "Well, there was the time that Frey stole all feeling I had for the first man I loved. The time Ludo stole memories of everyone I was, or had been in love with. Perhaps the time Vi and Mort forced me to live apart from Ronin? Or of course, when Safrin decided to have sex with my husband and showed up soon after with a child.
Take your pick."
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.
