it was me who wrote onto the wooden door your name
Remi's smile is faltering and quick on his lips. In his lap his fingers have knotted themselves together, and it's into his palms that the alchemist directs his attention. "Even now, I cannot think of the good memories, without the bad ones trying to crush them. So...sometimes it feels better not to think of them at all." Exhaling, his thumb tracing a line on his skin, Remi is both animated and not, all at the same time. His foot taps, but only once. He shifts, but it isn't anything that provides him comfort. He breathes in, but only because he has to.
"It is a language more often associated with commoners than not." He begins slowly. "If you can believe that commoners were stupid enough to have a hierarchy among themselves, that language indicated a very low standing, indeed. One my father was above." Coldly said, the thumb on Remi's palm has grown a claw that presses with utmost control against his skin. "He hated hearing anyone speak it. Mostly because it was used to talk about him when he was standing right there." Remi adds with a hollow laugh. "And because he was too stupid to learn it." Unlike Remi, who had taken to it like a fish to water.
"When she died...he forbid it. It only took a few whippings for me to forget I had ever learned it." Said with a hatred almost as old as Remi was, the alchemist just looks over his shoulder at the Star with dull eyes. "Ma mi sono ricordato." He whispers, the words flowing off his tongue as easy as anything, sounding all the more disconsolate for their intrinsic musicality.
"It is a language more often associated with commoners than not." He begins slowly. "If you can believe that commoners were stupid enough to have a hierarchy among themselves, that language indicated a very low standing, indeed. One my father was above." Coldly said, the thumb on Remi's palm has grown a claw that presses with utmost control against his skin. "He hated hearing anyone speak it. Mostly because it was used to talk about him when he was standing right there." Remi adds with a hollow laugh. "And because he was too stupid to learn it." Unlike Remi, who had taken to it like a fish to water.
"When she died...he forbid it. It only took a few whippings for me to forget I had ever learned it." Said with a hatred almost as old as Remi was, the alchemist just looks over his shoulder at the Star with dull eyes. "Ma mi sono ricordato." He whispers, the words flowing off his tongue as easy as anything, sounding all the more disconsolate for their intrinsic musicality.
it'll last there longer than in this body i can stay
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.
