REMI
the alchemist
there's a feeling i get when i look to the west,
& my spirit is crying for leaving.
& my spirit is crying for leaving.
"Mmm, yeah well, you're not getting off the hook so easily." The alchemist grumbled by way of acknowledgment, shutting the door firmly behind him and wincing at the sound.
Letting his eyes shift to the darkness and sighing at the brief respite on his senses, he glanced at the daggers strewn on the table with a small smirk. "Well, they do say size doesn't matter, after all." Remi mumbles, nodding towards the blades.
Folding his arms and leaning against one of the walls, Remi rubbed at the bridge of his nose to ward off the oncoming headache. "I'd be an idiot to pretend that having more pebbles than shells in that box meant I didn't need you."
Letting his eyes shift to the darkness and sighing at the brief respite on his senses, he glanced at the daggers strewn on the table with a small smirk. "Well, they do say size doesn't matter, after all." Remi mumbles, nodding towards the blades.
Folding his arms and leaning against one of the walls, Remi rubbed at the bridge of his nose to ward off the oncoming headache. "I'd be an idiot to pretend that having more pebbles than shells in that box meant I didn't need you."
in my thoughts I have seen rings of smoke through the trees
& the voices of those who stand looking.
& the voices of those who stand looking.
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.
