and my heart ran away with me
Remi can't help—nor does he try to hide—his snort of laughter as Isla so ungracefully unfurls her wings. Biting the inside of his cheek and raising a brow, he waits until she's steadied herself before offering a condescending nod. "Yes and no. It..." He knows she doesn't need to breathe, but continues with his example just the same. "..is like when someone points out your breathing and then suddenly you forget how often you are supposed to do it, or how loud. If you think about it too much, you will try to manage it."
Walking with her, Remi steps off the rocks as casual as anything, his large wings fanning up and down to hold him almost perfectly still. Reaching out his hands for her, Remi rolls his eyes. "As if I would let you fall."
With a boyish shrug, the alchemist purses his lips. "I have been flying since I was very young you must remember. And having been in so many bodies before...you get a feel for things."
Walking with her, Remi steps off the rocks as casual as anything, his large wings fanning up and down to hold him almost perfectly still. Reaching out his hands for her, Remi rolls his eyes. "As if I would let you fall."
With a boyish shrug, the alchemist purses his lips. "I have been flying since I was very young you must remember. And having been in so many bodies before...you get a feel for things."
remi
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.
