Nov 15, 2025
like a shadow, he would always follow remy lebeau, no matter how far he tried to run or hide. to leave behind the identity he had plastered across his soul like a birthmark. the low hum of a tune pressed from the geneticist's throat as he formed from distant and tar-like shadows. would he not be a good mentor if he did not want to remind his student that he couldn't get away? no matter how much something sought to get away from him, they were always his, in the end.
" oh REMY, what TERRIBLE THINGS are you running off to do now? behind HOW MANY other's BACKS? should i be ashamed or PROUD? "
@remoreux // starter call