our hands they seek the end of afternoons
"Aoife is my daughter." Remi said, glancing over his shoulder at Nate with an adoring smile at the thought of the starry-eyed girl. Not his biologically, but then again, none of Remi's true family was related to him by blood either.
Leaning against the door frame so that the two men could put their things down or examine the room, or whatever else it was they might wish to do, the alchemist nodded. "As long as you like." Remi agreed, before offering Sam a solemn smile. Nothing would happen to bookmaker. Not so long as Remi was alive and able to do something about it. "Ahh well..I know there was talk of having everyone stay here. Wessex has a theory that perhaps the LongNight monsters will not effect you, but.." The alchemist shrugged his shoulders slightly, not entirely convinced.
Glancing towards Nate, Remi tipped his head thoughtfully. "Were you here last LongNight?"
Leaning against the door frame so that the two men could put their things down or examine the room, or whatever else it was they might wish to do, the alchemist nodded. "As long as you like." Remi agreed, before offering Sam a solemn smile. Nothing would happen to bookmaker. Not so long as Remi was alive and able to do something about it. "Ahh well..I know there was talk of having everyone stay here. Wessex has a theory that perhaps the LongNight monsters will not effect you, but.." The alchemist shrugged his shoulders slightly, not entirely convinced.
Glancing towards Nate, Remi tipped his head thoughtfully. "Were you here last LongNight?"
my hands believe and move over you
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.
