REMI
all the things we said when we were younger
The alchemist smiles fondly at his friend, her pulse of empathy warming him in a way that his many sweaters do not. "Alright." He agrees, his boyish smile fading slightly as he considers the thing they are about to do. If Mort does not answer, that will feel terrifying. But if he does? The god who plucked his husband down from the stars? What then?
"Perhaps it best if you...if you ..?" Silently he reached for her hand, turning shattered eyes towards the pale candles flickering through the snow amidst the tree roots. I think...you already know my mind, and my heart. The alchemist prays silently, though Amalia is welcome to his thoughts. What he holds back from her, if not from the god, is the life he recently helped to take. The body he hid. The unforgivable thing he has done.
"Perhaps it best if you...if you ..?" Silently he reached for her hand, turning shattered eyes towards the pale candles flickering through the snow amidst the tree roots. I think...you already know my mind, and my heart. The alchemist prays silently, though Amalia is welcome to his thoughts. What he holds back from her, if not from the god, is the life he recently helped to take. The body he hid. The unforgivable thing he has done.
did it bend or did I break?
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.
