what have i become?my sweetest friend—everyone know goes away in the end
Hearing the sharp and rhythmic clicking of Zariah's heel was all that brought the alchemist's mind out of his work. He had disassembled...something, and was apparently trying to put it back together again. However as the Launceleyn-head came to a halt, Remi pulled his chin to his chest, unseeing eyes blinking as he tried to catch the sound of whoever, and wherever, the source of the noise was.
Zariah's voice broke the silence causing Remi to flinch, but quickly he softened. "Ah, Zariah. I did not see you come in." He said with a wry smile, turning his face towards the direction of the sound. Frowning curiously at her request, Remi nodded immediately. It wasn't just the societal gulf that had once been between them that made the alchemist so immediately subservient (it was that though, and his personality in general), but also the great show of power Zariah had demonstrated in the labyrinth.
"I have an office in the back." Remi said, rising slowly. Reaching out a hand and placing it against the chair, Remi seemed to be counting something as he turned, fingers lacing across various surfaces. "This way—" He said, somehow finding his way into the corridor and back towards the office he spoke of.
Zariah's voice broke the silence causing Remi to flinch, but quickly he softened. "Ah, Zariah. I did not see you come in." He said with a wry smile, turning his face towards the direction of the sound. Frowning curiously at her request, Remi nodded immediately. It wasn't just the societal gulf that had once been between them that made the alchemist so immediately subservient (it was that though, and his personality in general), but also the great show of power Zariah had demonstrated in the labyrinth.
"I have an office in the back." Remi said, rising slowly. Reaching out a hand and placing it against the chair, Remi seemed to be counting something as he turned, fingers lacing across various surfaces. "This way—" He said, somehow finding his way into the corridor and back towards the office he spoke of.
if i could start again, a million miles away, i would keep myself. i would find a way
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.
