REMI
the alchemist
I wear this crown of thorns
Upon my liar's chair
Upon my liar's chair
"You're a good one, Sunjata." Remi says, through lips softening thanks to whiskey, exhaustion, and honesty. A good what, he wouldn't say of course, for he didn't know. Once upon a time, golden-boy Remi would have shied away from the flood, for he was far too handsome, too brutish, too raw. Now, possessing similar wounds and scars both skin and soul-deep, the Alchemist was able to sense a kinship between the pair and found himself pleased by it.
"Alright, so a jail, then?" He said in a graceless attempt to change the conversation.
"Alright, so a jail, then?" He said in a graceless attempt to change the conversation.
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.
