all we are is skin & bone trained to get along
Ohhh, but heartfelt it was not to be. Instead the sound of that voice—his voice—roused Remi instantly, though with none of the joy or excitement that the guildmaster likely intended. Instead the alchemist's features temporarily ran through a strange sort of rippling of shifts: eyes going golden, hands becoming claws, and teeth turning into long daggers.
Ianto (possibly), was one thing. But that could have been possible.
But Ronin?
Kicking Sugar's den (causing the dragonling to snap automatically at his foot as she poked her head out with a cold expression until she noticed Remi's own), Remi raised a finger to his lips to indicate silence. "Watch Aoife." He whispered, before turning towards the door with eyes still glowing a primal golden.
Stalking towards it, Remi reached for the handle without real thought for what he was about to it. It was Ludo surely, and even with a dragon's protection over Aoife, Remi couldn't be tooreckless.
But fuck. This was..
This was too far. Even for Ludo. Even for a god.
And so, throwing the door open, Remi grabbed for the cloak with a snarl. "How dare you." He growled in a low and unsteady voice, glaring at Ronin but not really seeing him, instead seeing the god he assumed was masquerading as his best friend.
Ianto (possibly), was one thing. But that could have been possible.
But Ronin?
Kicking Sugar's den (causing the dragonling to snap automatically at his foot as she poked her head out with a cold expression until she noticed Remi's own), Remi raised a finger to his lips to indicate silence. "Watch Aoife." He whispered, before turning towards the door with eyes still glowing a primal golden.
Stalking towards it, Remi reached for the handle without real thought for what he was about to it. It was Ludo surely, and even with a dragon's protection over Aoife, Remi couldn't be tooreckless.
But fuck. This was..
This was too far. Even for Ludo. Even for a god.
And so, throwing the door open, Remi grabbed for the cloak with a snarl. "How dare you." He growled in a low and unsteady voice, glaring at Ronin but not really seeing him, instead seeing the god he assumed was masquerading as his best friend.
forever going with the flow, but you're friction
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.
