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REMI

the alchemist

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

Accepting the bag without thought, Remi has one pretzel halfway towards his mouth before he'd even realized what his hands were doing. "Playing?" Scoffing at his husband, the Bastion does his best to properly sit up, though given the sway of the hammock he found it nearly impossible and was forced to lean back again.

Feeling a touch like he was being examined, Remi raised an eyebrow before clearing his throat. "Uhh, well. Once upon a time it lured me into a magical forest, tried to drown me using the illusion of my mother, and cursed me. Then it took some of my memories after losing its mask. Then, after promising dare carta bianca to it so that it would bring Isla back from the dead, it returned her as my companion." Gods, there was probably more to their early relationship, but with all the gaps in his memory, Remi couldn't rightly say.

Rubbing his fingertips over his eyes, the Bastion shrugged. "Later, I had to kill Isla in order to fulfill my earlier promise and that's all before I became its demigod."

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

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!