REMI
the alchemist
Remi's eyes flicked across to Finn. Something about the comment struck Remi as judgemental or hostile, but surprisingly, this wasn't one that the other man seemed to feel the need to apologize for. Perhaps he meant it only as the corollary to what Remi had said, but surely it didn't actually need saying. Or more simply, maybe it was just the case that Remi felt so sensitive to all the things Finn was saying, because of all the things that he wasn't. That neither of them were.
The mention of Ronin made Remi's fingers instinctively seek out the band on his finger, spinning it thereupon and revealing one of the only tan lines that was left on the Alchemist's body. "Critical." Remi grunted, the word leaving a bad taste in his mouth as soon as it left his lips. "And if your stand against the ascended is for nothing?" He asked, a brow raised challengingly.
The mention of Ronin made Remi's fingers instinctively seek out the band on his finger, spinning it thereupon and revealing one of the only tan lines that was left on the Alchemist's body. "Critical." Remi grunted, the word leaving a bad taste in his mouth as soon as it left his lips. "And if your stand against the ascended is for nothing?" He asked, a brow raised challengingly.
i'm holding onto the pieces of my heart's debris
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.
