REMI
Remi shivers at the memory, thinking how far he'd come from a man who shied away from Ronin's touch as much as he had from the blood that leaked from his side. Snorting under his breath, Remi can't help but chuckle as he gives Ronin a look over his shoulder. "Well, if it was, it must not have made much of an impression. I distinctly recall you being quite taken by a few others after that date." Once it hadn't been, but now it was so easy to talk about, with years and crises and deaths that separated the two men from those memories. "It was not our time then." He murmurs sweetly, his fingers tightening around the Star's hip.
Raising a brow at that, Remi can't help but crinkle his nose. "He would. Something about Cian very much suggests he would be concerned with baking on the brink of war. Though maybe that is Amalia's influence. I bumped into her, the other day." He adds with an offhanded shrug.
"Oh? Life was so easy for you that you had to invent stories to keep yourselves awake?" Remi's tone is teasing, even as he rolls his eyes. "Go on then. Let's hear your best one."
Raising a brow at that, Remi can't help but crinkle his nose. "He would. Something about Cian very much suggests he would be concerned with baking on the brink of war. Though maybe that is Amalia's influence. I bumped into her, the other day." He adds with an offhanded shrug.
"Oh? Life was so easy for you that you had to invent stories to keep yourselves awake?" Remi's tone is teasing, even as he rolls his eyes. "Go on then. Let's hear your best one."
Who are you? They ask. Death?
Sometimes... I say. But not today
Sometimes... I say. But not today
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.
