Could they get drunk in dreams? Gods but Remi hoped they could. With his days spent working to fortify the Greatwood and spend as much time with Mateo as he could, there seemed to be no time at all for the sort of boyish frivolity that he was so used to. But being 'alone' had pushed Remi back into a Northaven frame of mind which helped him simply put his head down and do his work without complaint. He felt even more like his old-old-old-self for having to sneak away in dreams to see the man he loved.
Wearing a shirt with only a few buttons carelessly done up (and probably done up wrong), the alchemist waits on the strangest bedding of moss and sand, with two cups made of iron. Inlaid on each were luxere and manticores, endlessly chasing each other around the rims. The world was bathed in sunset hues, broken up only by palm trees and elms and the occasional mountain far on the horizon.
Wearing a shirt with only a few buttons carelessly done up (and probably done up wrong), the alchemist waits on the strangest bedding of moss and sand, with two cups made of iron. Inlaid on each were luxere and manticores, endlessly chasing each other around the rims. The world was bathed in sunset hues, broken up only by palm trees and elms and the occasional mountain far on the horizon.
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.
