i've seen fire & i've seen rain.
i've seen sunny days that i thought would never end
i've seen sunny days that i thought would never end
Keeping them alive, huh Ronin? As parents, they were at about a 50% mortality rate, so...ahem, moving on.
Having moved from biting at his cheek to the sensitive skin on the inside of his lower lip, Remi snarls a touch as Ronin, cleverly, mentions that his were scars; the implication of course being that Remi's wounds were not just scars.
'And who says I need healing?' Remi tries and fails to lift his right arm, which only has him sniffing defiantly. "I have tentacles and a duplicate to compensate." Those abilities didn't stop the bone-deep ache that still resonated through him each time his right arm sparked or glimmered with whatever power the Core had been made of. Like a slowly exploding nova or nuclear meltdown, whatever was happening on his right side had dimmed slightly, but certainly had slowed.
Instead of continuing to be obstinate, Remi instead straightens, looking straight into his husband's eyes. "I am done trading favours with gods. I I am done running errands for them. If I could give up being a demigod I would, but because I cannot..the least I can do is just...manage on my own." It isn't stubbornness that creases the lines around Remi's eyes, but a simple and very human attempt to hold onto some semblance of autonomy when so much had been taken.
Having moved from biting at his cheek to the sensitive skin on the inside of his lower lip, Remi snarls a touch as Ronin, cleverly, mentions that his were scars; the implication of course being that Remi's wounds were not just scars.
'And who says I need healing?' Remi tries and fails to lift his right arm, which only has him sniffing defiantly. "I have tentacles and a duplicate to compensate." Those abilities didn't stop the bone-deep ache that still resonated through him each time his right arm sparked or glimmered with whatever power the Core had been made of. Like a slowly exploding nova or nuclear meltdown, whatever was happening on his right side had dimmed slightly, but certainly had slowed.
Instead of continuing to be obstinate, Remi instead straightens, looking straight into his husband's eyes. "I am done trading favours with gods. I I am done running errands for them. If I could give up being a demigod I would, but because I cannot..the least I can do is just...manage on my own." It isn't stubbornness that creases the lines around Remi's eyes, but a simple and very human attempt to hold onto some semblance of autonomy when so much had been taken.
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.
