REMI
the alchemist
I wear this crown of thorns
Upon my liar's chair
Upon my liar's chair
Remi's lips parted as the beginnings of what the fuck began to form, but he quickly clamped his teeth together to listen. Lowering a hand to the sand and grinding his fingertips into it, the tale he's told makes his heart start to race in an angry tempo that far off, Ronin is likely to feel against his own finger.
"Any one who has ever properly been in love knows it isn't that simple." There was no getting over it, (unless you pulled a Loren/Sam and simply had gods make you forget). Would it surprise Remi to know that neither Maea nor Delphia had been in love before? It wouldn't, but that wasn't the most troubling part of what the flood had to say.
"What business is it of Delphia's what brand of asshole you are or aren't?" Remi wanted to know, scowling, but not at Sunjata.
Remi's teeth clicked together hearing Jigano's name in this context. Whatever bridges had been built between the two men, it was all too easy to simply think of him as a judgemental prick always casting stones whilst he sat in his glass house. "I am so sick of people acting like they aren't in control of their own decisions. If Maea came here because you were here, that was still her choice." The alchemist glared into his own drink as well, snarling at the sweet-smelling liquid. "All of this, I had no choice nonsense is just that. It's the same thing that justifies all this moronic heroing." Remi flapped a hand distantly towards the door to indicate what he meant; the heroes out there.
"Any one who has ever properly been in love knows it isn't that simple." There was no getting over it, (unless you pulled a Loren/Sam and simply had gods make you forget). Would it surprise Remi to know that neither Maea nor Delphia had been in love before? It wouldn't, but that wasn't the most troubling part of what the flood had to say.
"What business is it of Delphia's what brand of asshole you are or aren't?" Remi wanted to know, scowling, but not at Sunjata.
Remi's teeth clicked together hearing Jigano's name in this context. Whatever bridges had been built between the two men, it was all too easy to simply think of him as a judgemental prick always casting stones whilst he sat in his glass house. "I am so sick of people acting like they aren't in control of their own decisions. If Maea came here because you were here, that was still her choice." The alchemist glared into his own drink as well, snarling at the sweet-smelling liquid. "All of this, I had no choice nonsense is just that. It's the same thing that justifies all this moronic heroing." Remi flapped a hand distantly towards the door to indicate what he meant; the heroes out there.
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.
