kidnap me from my reality & crushed pieces of my soul
Frowning suddenly, wondering if perhaps he'd stained his clothing with the berries or gods knew what else, Remi look down sharply. Terrifyingly he found nothing about himself that looked obviously noteworthy, and so he could only wonder with silent horror if there was something on his face—in his teeth?—or worse. Rubbing at his cheek with one shoulder (was that it? had he gotten whatever Ronin had seen?), Remi turns back toward the tree. 'We should try and go, before..' Before? Before the thought of kissing you becomes too overbearing to resist. Before I go mad and strip you of everything you're wearing. Before I'm forced to risk the canopy and make a break for the sky.
"I..just need..." For the second time Remi slips his hand away from Ronin's, wincing apologetically. Turning his gaze up towards the boughs, willing them to arrange themselves into something easily scalable, and reaches. Luckily his strength had remained even if none of his rationality had.
"I..just need..." For the second time Remi slips his hand away from Ronin's, wincing apologetically. Turning his gaze up towards the boughs, willing them to arrange themselves into something easily scalable, and reaches. Luckily his strength had remained even if none of his rationality had.
colour me outside the lines
until my shattered heart is whole
REMI
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.
