he said "i bet you don't remember me"
The Alchemist raises a brow, looking appropriately smug for having been offered this illicit bit of information. "Gods Finn, you're like talking to a brick wall." Remi murmurs in response as if the official answer was the only one the Spyglass had offered.
What was it, indeed.
Turning to look at the feather, his lips roll back under his teeth as if trying to deduce the point of the feather himself. Oh, I shed sometimes. Sorry about that. But it was placed too purposefully next to the glass for it to have been mere happenstance. What about, Oh, well you'd see the feather and think of me, and know the water wasn't poisoned. Only...most hawks don't have Remi's plumage; a pale feather would be a poor calling card for someone who'd never seen the Alchemist shifted. And of course, I..wanted you to have it was an unspeakable thing.
And so, after far too long simply staring at Finn's finger against the vein of one of his feathers, the Alchemist pulls in a breath and shrugs as casually as he can manage. "They make good quills." He mumbles at last, internally threatening his cheeks that he'll slice them off if they dared to blush.
"Well, at least you let some things help you sleep." Clearly he's not still salty about his discarded star-charm.
What was it, indeed.
Turning to look at the feather, his lips roll back under his teeth as if trying to deduce the point of the feather himself. Oh, I shed sometimes. Sorry about that. But it was placed too purposefully next to the glass for it to have been mere happenstance. What about, Oh, well you'd see the feather and think of me, and know the water wasn't poisoned. Only...most hawks don't have Remi's plumage; a pale feather would be a poor calling card for someone who'd never seen the Alchemist shifted. And of course, I..wanted you to have it was an unspeakable thing.
And so, after far too long simply staring at Finn's finger against the vein of one of his feathers, the Alchemist pulls in a breath and shrugs as casually as he can manage. "They make good quills." He mumbles at last, internally threatening his cheeks that he'll slice them off if they dared to blush.
"Well, at least you let some things help you sleep." Clearly he's not still salty about his discarded star-charm.
THE ALCHEMIST
and i said, "only every other memory".
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.
