REMI
Remi is nearly silent the entire journey. Though Ronin knows why, the Huntsman's assumptions will be reinforced through quick flashes and pulses of textured colour each time they touch, and whispered in wordless dissonance through the attuned bond. The alchemist's jaw tenses and his lips move into approximate snarls as he holds entire conversations in his mind. Maybe if he has them now, they'll be easier to endure when they happen for real. Or if they don't happen, perhaps he won't be so disappointed.
With eyes partially shifted there was no real need of a torch, not when a few words spoken low and in the travelling tongue were enough to light his husband up. So it is that the light from Finn's lantern is all the more apparently in the consuming darkness that he and Ronin are able to navigate with ease. Tense, unhappy, and itching to have this over and done with, the alchemist keeps his eyeline low and says nothing.
With eyes partially shifted there was no real need of a torch, not when a few words spoken low and in the travelling tongue were enough to light his husband up. So it is that the light from Finn's lantern is all the more apparently in the consuming darkness that he and Ronin are able to navigate with ease. Tense, unhappy, and itching to have this over and done with, the alchemist keeps his eyeline low and says nothing.
Now don't you look so grand, runnin'
Through the reds of my traffic lights
Through the reds of my traffic lights
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.
