REMI
the alchemist
I wear this crown of thorns
Upon my liar's chair
Upon my liar's chair
"A rebel." Remi smirks. "Now that doesn't sound like your type at all."
It's hard to keep his gaze level on Sunjata. He wants to look away, to give into the awkwardness, to down the remainder of his drink. But he doesn't, forcing himself to sit in the silence until the flood's gaze meets his again.
"Wait..what?" Remi sits up straighter, brows nearly meeting in the center so great is his confusion. "Delphia...took her soul and whatnot. I assumed you'd be the first place Maea would want her to go." And weird as the demigod was, following the wishes of souls seemed to be her thing.
Remi didn't know about the notice board post either, given that it was put up in the Grounds. Word hadn't travelled to him, but then, he hadn't expected any parting words from Maea anyhow.
Snorting, as if interpreting the words as a joke instead of an admission, the alchemist just shook his head brutishly. "If it's anyone's fault, I suppose it's mine for letting her come. Not that telling her to fuck off would have dissuaded her I imagine." Which was just to say that there was no one to blame but Maea herself. "It's your fault because...what? You drove her to be reckless?"
It's hard to keep his gaze level on Sunjata. He wants to look away, to give into the awkwardness, to down the remainder of his drink. But he doesn't, forcing himself to sit in the silence until the flood's gaze meets his again.
"Wait..what?" Remi sits up straighter, brows nearly meeting in the center so great is his confusion. "Delphia...took her soul and whatnot. I assumed you'd be the first place Maea would want her to go." And weird as the demigod was, following the wishes of souls seemed to be her thing.
Remi didn't know about the notice board post either, given that it was put up in the Grounds. Word hadn't travelled to him, but then, he hadn't expected any parting words from Maea anyhow.
Snorting, as if interpreting the words as a joke instead of an admission, the alchemist just shook his head brutishly. "If it's anyone's fault, I suppose it's mine for letting her come. Not that telling her to fuck off would have dissuaded her I imagine." Which was just to say that there was no one to blame but Maea herself. "It's your fault because...what? You drove her to be reckless?"
Full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair
I cannot repair
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.
