REMI
the alchemist
What good are hands
if there's nothing that they hold
if there's nothing that they hold
Watching Ronin kneel with his breath held in his mouth and his lungs screaming for oxygen, Remi blinks, his expression one of nervous anticipation. Able to see it coming this time, it's with a hasty inhale that Remi convulses forward as Ronin's fingertips slip across his suckers again.
Almost as if struck by a taser, Remi feels all the muscles on the right side of his body grow bright with surging fireworks of feeling as his left side grows stiff and cold and unresponsive. His fingertips splay and stretch and the skin not coated with pinkish suction cups grows veiny and covered in goosebumps.
Quite without his permission the heel of one-foot stomps onto the floor as talons emerge from his left hand and threaten to tear the arm of their couch into tiny pieces. Exhaling in a sharp burst, Remi wriggles uncomfortably before panting in a breath and trying to force himself to still. "....fuck." He manages after a moment, glancing at Ronin with cheeks aflame and ears gone quite red.
Almost as if struck by a taser, Remi feels all the muscles on the right side of his body grow bright with surging fireworks of feeling as his left side grows stiff and cold and unresponsive. His fingertips splay and stretch and the skin not coated with pinkish suction cups grows veiny and covered in goosebumps.
Quite without his permission the heel of one-foot stomps onto the floor as talons emerge from his left hand and threaten to tear the arm of their couch into tiny pieces. Exhaling in a sharp burst, Remi wriggles uncomfortably before panting in a breath and trying to force himself to still. "....fuck." He manages after a moment, glancing at Ronin with cheeks aflame and ears gone quite red.
And what good are hearts
if you bury them all alone?
if you bury them all alone?
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.
