hope keeps us breathing, just to kill us in the end
Is that really what you want to know? Remi sings back, indeed sounding quite smug, though whether there's a cuntish quality to his voice he has no idea.
Despite how real the illusion seems, and smells, and sounds, the lions do not turn if only because they exist in Remi's memories, and not here in the Woods. So it is his duplicate that steps forward, arms still folded across his chest. "You get nothing." Now the smugness is absolutely intentional. "This was the first night I ever spent with Isla." Behind the lions appears a chair, whereupon Remi sits looking youthful and flushed, gripping the arms of the chair with Isla's head bobbing up and down between his knees. "She was able to hunt with me. When have you ever been able to do that? All you ever do is run."
Behind Ronin, partially hidden by a tree, the real Remi winces and crinkles his nose. Oria has slipped down onto his forehead, patting the skin there as if she might smooth away the wrinkles that his unease has caused.
Despite how real the illusion seems, and smells, and sounds, the lions do not turn if only because they exist in Remi's memories, and not here in the Woods. So it is his duplicate that steps forward, arms still folded across his chest. "You get nothing." Now the smugness is absolutely intentional. "This was the first night I ever spent with Isla." Behind the lions appears a chair, whereupon Remi sits looking youthful and flushed, gripping the arms of the chair with Isla's head bobbing up and down between his knees. "She was able to hunt with me. When have you ever been able to do that? All you ever do is run."
Behind Ronin, partially hidden by a tree, the real Remi winces and crinkles his nose. Oria has slipped down onto his forehead, patting the skin there as if she might smooth away the wrinkles that his unease has caused.
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.
