REMI
'Mmmm.' Jaw feathering, it's with a tense stare that Remi surveys the area as if expecting misfortune and disaster to be looming around every misshapen tree. Not finding the sign at all amusing, he walks in terse silence at Ronin's side, his muscles stiff beneath his husband's hand.
"Probably." He murmurs, distracted. Setting down one of his candy-gin bowls hard enough to crack the delicate construction, Remi hardly notices what he's done for the wary way his eyes keep shifting about. "Whatever you think he will like. We can grab some extra too.." Though he wants to shift, Remi instead takes a deep breath and tries not to think of collapsed temples and spears of ice amidst roses of blood.
"Probably." He murmurs, distracted. Setting down one of his candy-gin bowls hard enough to crack the delicate construction, Remi hardly notices what he's done for the wary way his eyes keep shifting about. "Whatever you think he will like. We can grab some extra too.." Though he wants to shift, Remi instead takes a deep breath and tries not to think of collapsed temples and spears of ice amidst roses of blood.
Who are you? They ask. Death?
Sometimes... I say. But not today
Sometimes... I say. But not today
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.
