REMI
"You don't want me to touch you." Remi says, his voice a touch gravely for lack of use, something he remedies by clearing his throat. "I..can feel things, when I do." He adds, raising his eyes to Noah and offering the man a nod instead. The urge to look at Finn has his ears burning, and it's with a frustrated huff that he folds his arms over his chest and drops his eyes again.
Needing no more of an invitation than what the Spyglass has offered, it's with a relieved and reckless pulse through the attuned bond that they almost all share, that Remi wordlessly sets off for one of the Peepholes. Knowing Finn well enough to assume that had there been more information he'd have given it, and made impulsive by the knowledge that whatever was below their feet couldn't kill him, the Lullaby didn't see the point in dallying.
~Remi out
Needing no more of an invitation than what the Spyglass has offered, it's with a relieved and reckless pulse through the attuned bond that they almost all share, that Remi wordlessly sets off for one of the Peepholes. Knowing Finn well enough to assume that had there been more information he'd have given it, and made impulsive by the knowledge that whatever was below their feet couldn't kill him, the Lullaby didn't see the point in dallying.
~Remi out
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.
