i've been known to run just to feel the rush
Smiling fondly down at the creatures, Remi extends his fingers to them should they care to inspect him. However as Mort draws him in for a hug, the alchemist finds himself unbalance suddenly. Wings flaring from his sides the alchemist nearly grabs onto the god for support before his flailing feathers are able to keep him mostly upright. "Sorry—" He mumbles against the curve of Mort's neck; later that evening Remi will marvel at this, but for the moment, he's merely relieved he hasn't tugged the god over with him.
Pulling back, Remi peers up as far as he can without tilting his head as if he might see the creature that has suddenly tucked itself away in his curls. Gasping for breath as the companion bond asserts itself like a bit of golden thread in the back of his consciousness, Remi's fingers ball into a fist as memories of Isla crash into the forefront of his mind. Hallo, the alchemist thinks toward the creature nesting in his hair, wondering how many more lives could be placed under his protection before even his incredible strength finally gave out.
'The bones? Hak Etme, you mean?' Remi murmurs, his mind still dazed and dragging along.
Pulling back, Remi peers up as far as he can without tilting his head as if he might see the creature that has suddenly tucked itself away in his curls. Gasping for breath as the companion bond asserts itself like a bit of golden thread in the back of his consciousness, Remi's fingers ball into a fist as memories of Isla crash into the forefront of his mind. Hallo, the alchemist thinks toward the creature nesting in his hair, wondering how many more lives could be placed under his protection before even his incredible strength finally gave out.
'The bones? Hak Etme, you mean?' Remi murmurs, his mind still dazed and dragging along.
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.
