i've been known to run just to feel the rush
At first Mort's words sound as though he's referencing Isla, and now without the god's touch filling him with warmth and joy, Remi's soul threatens to untether from his body. So it is that he blinks stupidly up at the god and not for the first time, with confusion and awe. I am hers? He wonders; in the back of his mind, Remi feels a giddy sort of agreement that settles on top of his thoughts like sunshine.
With a crown now not of paper and glitter but spriggans, Remi feels tears prickle the backs of his eyes as his throat tightens. 'Thank you,' He whispers, wanting to say more but finding himself utterly at a loss. 'For everything.' Hastily added even as Mort turns to stroll away, Remi feels himself fixed in place somehow by the weight of all that has happened.
Or perhaps it's simply the weight of Oria's presence in his mind, demanding to stay longer with her friends before they depart.
~FIN
With a crown now not of paper and glitter but spriggans, Remi feels tears prickle the backs of his eyes as his throat tightens. 'Thank you,' He whispers, wanting to say more but finding himself utterly at a loss. 'For everything.' Hastily added even as Mort turns to stroll away, Remi feels himself fixed in place somehow by the weight of all that has happened.
Or perhaps it's simply the weight of Oria's presence in his mind, demanding to stay longer with her friends before they depart.
~FIN
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.
