tanglewood

are you really going to talk about timing in times like these?

'Hey," Shifting encouragingly that she might lean against him if she wanted, Remi's arm moves to stretch around her. Though her privacy would be broken by their touch, it didn't take empathetic magic to read through the clear signs of distress marking her pretty features. "I feel like I am in the habit of calling the men in your life idiots, but che idiota." The travelling tongue slips easily from his lips as he shakes his head. 'Is it his?' Remi asks, barely biting back the words, shall I kill him?, and grumbling instead.

"A feather?" Remi's gaze is skeptical. "But his feathers burn. They burn everything." How Maeve was meant to deal with that was beyond him, and his slow frown says as much. "Well if it helps, you are welcome to any of mine." Pausing, he considers. "Or manticore poison." Remi adds with a casual shrug, not needing to imply who it might be for.

remi

Styling stolen from Sky (obviously)