& my heart ran away from me
"I know you can. And I love you all the more because of it." There was still daylight to be had, warmer weather here than almost everyone where else on the continent, more whiskey if they wanted it, and yet already they'd inadvertently shoved aside golden beaches and blue waters for parental obligations and Making Sure Sunjata Didn't Fuck Up Again.
"Upset? That is putting it mildly." Remi remarks with a snort. "If I do not dream murder him again for helping to facilitate your near-death, he will have got off too easy." Turning more abruptly now, the alchemist's gaze scans Ronin's all too familiar face for signs of humour. "You're kidding." Blinking, Remi shakes his head. "Stripping away your powers was sabotage of a sort. Bringing you back to life was also a sort of sabotage. Nearly killing Sunjata..." ...hiding Vanya away.. Realizing where his thoughts were going, it was with a sudden jolt that Remi finds himself rising away from Ronin so suddenly that it knocked the table out from beneath him. The wooden thwwump! of the table wasn't loud enough to cover the gasps of surprise from the nearby patrons, but Remi paid them no mind, instead choosing to fix his gaze somewhere in the darkness of one corner.
Sorry. Just, don't... Running a hand up the side of one arm in a gesture that to anyone else might suggest Remi was feeling particularly self-conscious or guilty, was instead a warning that he not be touched.
"Upset? That is putting it mildly." Remi remarks with a snort. "If I do not dream murder him again for helping to facilitate your near-death, he will have got off too easy." Turning more abruptly now, the alchemist's gaze scans Ronin's all too familiar face for signs of humour. "You're kidding." Blinking, Remi shakes his head. "Stripping away your powers was sabotage of a sort. Bringing you back to life was also a sort of sabotage. Nearly killing Sunjata..." ...hiding Vanya away.. Realizing where his thoughts were going, it was with a sudden jolt that Remi finds himself rising away from Ronin so suddenly that it knocked the table out from beneath him. The wooden thwwump! of the table wasn't loud enough to cover the gasps of surprise from the nearby patrons, but Remi paid them no mind, instead choosing to fix his gaze somewhere in the darkness of one corner.
Sorry. Just, don't... Running a hand up the side of one arm in a gesture that to anyone else might suggest Remi was feeling particularly self-conscious or guilty, was instead a warning that he not be touched.
THE
LULLABY
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.
