REMI
"Whatever it is called, I still won." Remi replies with a grin. Watching as Ludo tries to replicate the whistle, the alchemist shakes his head. With a sort of paternal patience that Mateo has now instilled intrinsically in him for moments such as this, Remi demonstrates just how the grass should be held and where. Raising it to his lips, he blows, offering a few triumphant blasts. Even with ice-chilled fingers, the herald should still be able to manage, he thinks.
With eyes innocent of what is about to come, as Remi is slapping across the face, his hackles rise as fur and feathers sprout from his curls. Though he remains seated and makes no attempt at retaliation, his heart hammers unhappy in his chest as things inside of him fight to claw their way out.
'I nearly killed someone for doing much less than that.' Remi says, though the warning tone of voice is not directed at Ludo, but more for Ludo, that it might have some understanding of just how frayed Remi's nerves have become as of late. "That he was an ascended...it made resisting all the more difficult."
With eyes innocent of what is about to come, as Remi is slapping across the face, his hackles rise as fur and feathers sprout from his curls. Though he remains seated and makes no attempt at retaliation, his heart hammers unhappy in his chest as things inside of him fight to claw their way out.
'I nearly killed someone for doing much less than that.' Remi says, though the warning tone of voice is not directed at Ludo, but more for Ludo, that it might have some understanding of just how frayed Remi's nerves have become as of late. "That he was an ascended...it made resisting all the more difficult."
honest feelings and bad timing
make the most painful combination.
make the most painful combination.
Code taken from Sky who is utter perfection
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.
