REMI
the lullaby
I wear this crown of thorns
Upon my liar's chair
Upon my liar's chair
To that, the alchemist gives no reply. He might not have any idea, no, and it's precisely the sort of thing he'd say in response should someone try and question his marriage. An unfair blow to be sure, but then, such was what he and Nate were currently trading in.
There's no satisfaction to hear the words said. If anything, the majority of the alchemist is suddenly furious that Nate has chosen the high road. Since bumping into the ascended, he'd seemed to be spoiling for a fight, and now that Remi's predatory instincts were well riled and bright with anticipatory energy, to have the rug so swiftly pulled left him feel cagey and unsettled.
"Worse? Absolutely." Remi agrees instantly, a laugh pushing past his lips that's as shivery as it is reckless. "I would have killed you. But," The alchemist's eyes narrow as they rise, annoyed that Nate has only one eye to glare into. "-you have said it yourself enough times tonight. We are not the same."
For a moment Remi stands motionless. He might have fooled someone into thinking he was an ascended so drastically does he cease breathing, blinking, and shifting. "There...is something else." Because of course there is. Why wouldn't there be?
Remi's fingertips go numb, and then itch, and then tighten at his sides.
There's no satisfaction to hear the words said. If anything, the majority of the alchemist is suddenly furious that Nate has chosen the high road. Since bumping into the ascended, he'd seemed to be spoiling for a fight, and now that Remi's predatory instincts were well riled and bright with anticipatory energy, to have the rug so swiftly pulled left him feel cagey and unsettled.
"Worse? Absolutely." Remi agrees instantly, a laugh pushing past his lips that's as shivery as it is reckless. "I would have killed you. But," The alchemist's eyes narrow as they rise, annoyed that Nate has only one eye to glare into. "-you have said it yourself enough times tonight. We are not the same."
For a moment Remi stands motionless. He might have fooled someone into thinking he was an ascended so drastically does he cease breathing, blinking, and shifting. "There...is something else." Because of course there is. Why wouldn't there be?
Remi's fingertips go numb, and then itch, and then tighten at his sides.
Full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair
I cannot repair
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.
