REMI
the lullaby
there's a light that you give me
when I'm in shadow
when I'm in shadow
Remi's talk with Vai both had and hadn't helped. The general consensus was: stop overthinking, hang out with Isla, don't make this more of a problem than it is(n't). For sure the alchemist could do two of those things, and as the song goes, two outta three ain't bad.
Dressed in a suit (and gods does he feel awkward in it), Remi has a very strange conversation with his husband, about the date he's going on with a woman, and though Ronin laughs at him, straightens his collar and kisses him goodbye, the alchemist can't help but feel as though this entire situation has absolutely gotten away from him.
But he did very much want to look at the stars with Isla, and once he focused his mind on that fact and that alone, he felt a good deal better. Having knocked on Isla's door, Remi stands in the middle of the street, gazing up at the moon. There's a bag slung over his shoulder with things they'd need, and though he is in a suit and a proper collared shirt, still his hands are balled in his pockets. Looking entirely like the commoner he once was who has been given fancy clothes to wear that he might slip unseen in a world he doesn't belong in, he tries adamantly to ignore the butterflies in his stomach, already far too flustered about what this night might or might not mean.
Dressed in a suit (and gods does he feel awkward in it), Remi has a very strange conversation with his husband, about the date he's going on with a woman, and though Ronin laughs at him, straightens his collar and kisses him goodbye, the alchemist can't help but feel as though this entire situation has absolutely gotten away from him.
But he did very much want to look at the stars with Isla, and once he focused his mind on that fact and that alone, he felt a good deal better. Having knocked on Isla's door, Remi stands in the middle of the street, gazing up at the moon. There's a bag slung over his shoulder with things they'd need, and though he is in a suit and a proper collared shirt, still his hands are balled in his pockets. Looking entirely like the commoner he once was who has been given fancy clothes to wear that he might slip unseen in a world he doesn't belong in, he tries adamantly to ignore the butterflies in his stomach, already far too flustered about what this night might or might not mean.
there's a feeling you give me, an everglow
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.
