you trace my lines, stirring my soul
Watching the prowly feline suddenly sit, has Remi pulling in an understanding breath and releasing the tension in his shoulders. An attuned, then. Rubbing between his eyebrows with the back of one hand, he tries to keep his grief at bay long enough to form some coherent excuse about why said attuned should fuck the fuck off.
Not really in the mood to chat. The Lullaby offers, and though his face speaks of sadness and tears, his mental voice at least is slightly steadier. Sorry. He adds, not that he is, but Ronin's lesson about lying to seem friendly and nice seemed to apply here. Even so, the attuned bond would give away much of what he wasn't saying despite the lie, not that Remi was terribly worried about it.
Not really in the mood to chat. The Lullaby offers, and though his face speaks of sadness and tears, his mental voice at least is slightly steadier. Sorry. He adds, not that he is, but Ronin's lesson about lying to seem friendly and nice seemed to apply here. Even so, the attuned bond would give away much of what he wasn't saying despite the lie, not that Remi was terribly worried about it.
THE ALCHEMIST
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.
