maybe i'm a runaway train, maybe i'm a feather in a hurricane
There is little in what Fiadh does or silently expresses that doesn't absolutely charm the pants off of the alchemist. Had anyone else wrapped their tail (or other body parts) around his lips that way, Remi's first instinct would have been to bite. With Fiadh though, Remi just dramatically hums words behind his lips, as if she were missing out on the most exciting things he had to say by keeping her tail where it was.
Leaning into the feeling of a cold nose against his ear and not minding at all the small hands that try and surreptitiously remove his buttons, Remi nods. "Deal." He agrees, judging her offer to be perfectly reasonable.
"First, I think we need to use the rope from before to make sure your chariot always has a place to sit, wouldn't you agree?" Hoping she would, Remi goes to retrieve the coil of rope that, had it been brought a little bit faster on his part, would have avoided this entire misadventure altogether.
Leaning into the feeling of a cold nose against his ear and not minding at all the small hands that try and surreptitiously remove his buttons, Remi nods. "Deal." He agrees, judging her offer to be perfectly reasonable.
"First, I think we need to use the rope from before to make sure your chariot always has a place to sit, wouldn't you agree?" Hoping she would, Remi goes to retrieve the coil of rope that, had it been brought a little bit faster on his part, would have avoided this entire misadventure altogether.
THE LULLABY
maybe it's a long gray game, but maybe that's a good thing
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.
