but baby i've been here before; i've seen this room and i've walked this floor
Neron is out before Remi is, but the alchemist is quick to follow. If even one patron makes some quip about what the Hailstorm and Lullaby were up, they'd find bits of glass littering their hair and their table stained with their blood before they knew what hit them. Not not meeting Ronin's gaze but with an eye for the door, the Lullaby storms out of the Kraai with wings already beginning to itch against his shoulder blades and feathers snarling in his curls.
Hardly daring to breathe until the door is closed and Remi is sure that Neron's eyes can't follow him any longer, does he turn toward Ronin with an expression that's a mixture of pain and fury. "Gods, Ronin, that..." The words don't come, because there's no way to describe what it was like to someone who'd never felt it. It was like breathing in gas fumes or hurtling off of a cliff. It was a high like no other, but gods if the fall wasn't the coldest and most infuriating thing. "...making him would have been so much better." Remi says at last, looking tense and feral.
Hardly daring to breathe until the door is closed and Remi is sure that Neron's eyes can't follow him any longer, does he turn toward Ronin with an expression that's a mixture of pain and fury. "Gods, Ronin, that..." The words don't come, because there's no way to describe what it was like to someone who'd never felt it. It was like breathing in gas fumes or hurtling off of a cliff. It was a high like no other, but gods if the fall wasn't the coldest and most infuriating thing. "...making him would have been so much better." Remi says at last, looking tense and feral.
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.
