remi
i’m only a man in a funny red sheet
i’m only a man looking for a dream
i’m only a man looking for a dream
He hears Ronin's words like the indistinct hum of the waterfall he'd just left, and it's only when the Huntsman nears that Remi's eyes focus on him properly. Shaking his head and leaning back slightly as if to reinforce his wish to stay outside, the alchemist numbly lets his hand be taken that his emotions might do the explaining for him.
Awash in the bright greys of distress are threads of bitter understanding and dawning horror. October's sentiments of Remi being a nightmare and a bad smell aren't verbalized, but are represented in garish splotches of red and brown. 'I...came upon October, and...Finn, on my way to the Cataract..' Remi begins to explain, his words disjointed as if the retelling was of someone else. "October, she...gods, she was furious." Shivering slightly the Lullaby finally raises his eyes, revealing them to be bloodshot and wounded.
"I've become so hated." But no, that wasn't quite it. "So hateable." He clarifies soberly.
Awash in the bright greys of distress are threads of bitter understanding and dawning horror. October's sentiments of Remi being a nightmare and a bad smell aren't verbalized, but are represented in garish splotches of red and brown. 'I...came upon October, and...Finn, on my way to the Cataract..' Remi begins to explain, his words disjointed as if the retelling was of someone else. "October, she...gods, she was furious." Shivering slightly the Lullaby finally raises his eyes, revealing them to be bloodshot and wounded.
"I've become so hated." But no, that wasn't quite it. "So hateable." He clarifies soberly.
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.
