This scar I can't reverse, when the more it heals the worse it hurts
The weight of being the thing that connects all of these lives together is as staggering as it is without merit. Lover, follower, father, and gods, he didn't deserve any of them at all. So here Remi is, on his knees, without words for any of them.
His fingers reach for Mateo, for Hotaru and Flora too, as his broken and boney wings stretch out pathetically, the gesture of protection a laughable one given the circumstances. Mort's presence dulls the sting of his tears and releases the sob from his throat, but Remi almost wishes it wouldn't. "Just a little waiting." The Lullaby agrees, and though he tries to smile the weight of his regret has his lips trembling toward a frown as his gaze flickers to Mort. How long must an immortal wait? His eyes seem to ask, before he lowers his forehead against Enzo's and presses his eyes closed.
"I will carry you with me always." He vows. Just as he has always carried Aoife. "Always."
His fingers reach for Mateo, for Hotaru and Flora too, as his broken and boney wings stretch out pathetically, the gesture of protection a laughable one given the circumstances. Mort's presence dulls the sting of his tears and releases the sob from his throat, but Remi almost wishes it wouldn't. "Just a little waiting." The Lullaby agrees, and though he tries to smile the weight of his regret has his lips trembling toward a frown as his gaze flickers to Mort. How long must an immortal wait? His eyes seem to ask, before he lowers his forehead against Enzo's and presses his eyes closed.
"I will carry you with me always." He vows. Just as he has always carried Aoife. "Always."
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.
