bring back the water
Remi hadn't studied the Reaper's face with any sort of zeal back when he'd been able to see it, but even with such a small sampling, the voice that left the man now sounded so different from the gruff and sturdy tones that the alchemist would have expected. Softening with an understanding nod, Remi sighed. "Did you ever have the chance to meet Isla, as a woman?"
Cast in shadows of saturated black as he was, Remi could only vaguely make out the movement of the larger man as he knelt. Even so, the younger man cocked his head slightly, pale eyes blinking as his mind tried to reconcile what he was (sort of) seeing, and hearing. A bemused and boyish smile parted the alchemist's lips as Deimos began to explain. The look was one of awkward resistance, the words you didn't need to do that spread out across his raised brows, but ever the curious one, Remi was interested to know what a man such as Deimos might have brought.
Remi's grin turned crooked and endearing at the offerings for Isla. "Good food is one of the things she misses most." The alchemist mused as his fingers reached out to find the objects as they were placed.
At first the sensation of Deimos fingers against his own made Remi tense—old hangups from Northaven that would likely never quite leave him—but he soon softened. Opening his palm and turning his head at an inquisitive angle, the alchemist let his fingers dexterously but carefully roam over the hilt. Narrowing an eye and biting his lip with a comical look of extreme concentration, the alchemist's charcoal-stained fingers carefully traced the unicorn notched into the hilt. Slowly understanding what it was, his smile grew until his face was filled with sunshiny-appreciation. "It is beautiful." He whispered, dimples appearing in his cheeks as he raised his sightless gaze.
Smile slipping only for an instant, Remi chuckled to himself and took a breath. "When." He repeated with a wry shake of his head, turning mostly sightless eyes up towards the big man.
Cast in shadows of saturated black as he was, Remi could only vaguely make out the movement of the larger man as he knelt. Even so, the younger man cocked his head slightly, pale eyes blinking as his mind tried to reconcile what he was (sort of) seeing, and hearing. A bemused and boyish smile parted the alchemist's lips as Deimos began to explain. The look was one of awkward resistance, the words you didn't need to do that spread out across his raised brows, but ever the curious one, Remi was interested to know what a man such as Deimos might have brought.
Remi's grin turned crooked and endearing at the offerings for Isla. "Good food is one of the things she misses most." The alchemist mused as his fingers reached out to find the objects as they were placed.
At first the sensation of Deimos fingers against his own made Remi tense—old hangups from Northaven that would likely never quite leave him—but he soon softened. Opening his palm and turning his head at an inquisitive angle, the alchemist let his fingers dexterously but carefully roam over the hilt. Narrowing an eye and biting his lip with a comical look of extreme concentration, the alchemist's charcoal-stained fingers carefully traced the unicorn notched into the hilt. Slowly understanding what it was, his smile grew until his face was filled with sunshiny-appreciation. "It is beautiful." He whispered, dimples appearing in his cheeks as he raised his sightless gaze.
Smile slipping only for an instant, Remi chuckled to himself and took a breath. "When." He repeated with a wry shake of his head, turning mostly sightless eyes up towards the big man.
let the ships roll in
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.
