the art of scrapin' through

REMI

the alchemist

What good are hands
if there's nothing that they hold

Wrinkling his nose, Remi debates telling Mateo about what recently had happened with Safrin, before deciding that now was neither the time nor the place. "It sure is." He agrees. Magically reaching for the shadows and tucking them around both he and Mateo as they exit the Needle, it doesn't make them invisible by any stretch, but certainly it makes them a bit harder to make out in the early morning light.

"Why does everyone keep saying that?" Remi wonders with a grin. Of course this made him think of Isla, and mentally the Lullaby made a note to check in on his old friend.

"So? How are things since I saw you last? Any more magical kisses being given out?"

And what good are hearts
if you bury them all alone?

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!