i've been known to run just to feel the rush
Mort's words create shards of ice that form and do their best to freeze Remi's heart, but the god's emotions melt them away before they can do more than cause him to shiver. "I am glad to hear it. I find perspective and...direction rather difficult, these days." He admits a trifle guiltily.
The world rushes by in a swirl of colours that Remi might have found utterly enchanting were it not for the hand that still held his, making him nearly blind to everything around. However as they slow, Remi does find he's able to focus on what Mort is showing him. Drawing in a breath to behold the small creatures, the smile that tugs boyishly on his lips disappears as he notices the fallen spriggan. "It can be so hard to understand it for what it is." Remi agrees. No stranger to death, even now the guilt and anger and melancholy that accompanies the loss of others isn't always immediately understood as love, even if that's what its roots are in.
"Mi dispiace per la tua perdita." He whispers gently to the lingering creatures.
The world rushes by in a swirl of colours that Remi might have found utterly enchanting were it not for the hand that still held his, making him nearly blind to everything around. However as they slow, Remi does find he's able to focus on what Mort is showing him. Drawing in a breath to behold the small creatures, the smile that tugs boyishly on his lips disappears as he notices the fallen spriggan. "It can be so hard to understand it for what it is." Remi agrees. No stranger to death, even now the guilt and anger and melancholy that accompanies the loss of others isn't always immediately understood as love, even if that's what its roots are in.
"Mi dispiace per la tua perdita." He whispers gently to the lingering creatures.
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.
