we are like birds of a feather, we are two hearts thrown together
Remi hadn't realized he'd been holding more than just his breath, waiting for the merchant to follow. He'd been holding tight to some golden thread between them, unfairly binding them both of Remi's own creation. So as the blue-eyed man stepped onto the sands, the Alchemist vowed to put his needs and old wounds somewhere with a lid to be tightly shut, if only so that the pair could enjoy this sunset of theirs.
Taking to wing, Remi's trill was bright and piercing as he soared upwards. His pale feathers were painted in soft purples and pinks as he raced towards the sea. Come on then Ianto, your dawdling has already cost us moments of colour we'll never get back. He called a shade too joyfully, though it couldn't be helped. It felt good to be tethered to the fox by the attuned bond, all the more so in these bodies of theirs that were safer to be in for their lack of hands and lips.
Taking to wing, Remi's trill was bright and piercing as he soared upwards. His pale feathers were painted in soft purples and pinks as he raced towards the sea. Come on then Ianto, your dawdling has already cost us moments of colour we'll never get back. He called a shade too joyfully, though it couldn't be helped. It felt good to be tethered to the fox by the attuned bond, all the more so in these bodies of theirs that were safer to be in for their lack of hands and lips.
THE ALCHEMIST
we will be forever as one, my brother under the sun
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.
