aúsi, nos paramas // & still we stand
The ploy to get the boys out of the house sounded to Remi's ears like faraway static. He hardly heard anything, his eyes did not lower to look upon the boys as they scampered and prepared themselves for their ad hoc outing. Instead, Remi merely leaned the scythe against the wall, his stare fixed solely on Roana. In his mouth, his tongue ran over teeth growing ever more pointed as the seconds ticked on. Feathers appeared in his curls as well, normally a sign of anxiety, but now merely indicating the unhappy state of his soul to be in this position.
Whatever he and Roana were to each other, whatever Roana and Ronin were, it could not overshadow the threat to his friend. To the ascendeds as a race.
Once the door clicked shut and the boys were gleefully making their way down the street did Remi finally speak in a voice that was low and sounded like gravel. "It was you." Moving to step towards the captain, the alchemist's eyes narrowed as a small snarl tugged at his upper lip. This was how close she had been, when she told him that none of it was his concern. "Do not dare lie to me Roana. Not know. Not about this."
Whatever he and Roana were to each other, whatever Roana and Ronin were, it could not overshadow the threat to his friend. To the ascendeds as a race.
Once the door clicked shut and the boys were gleefully making their way down the street did Remi finally speak in a voice that was low and sounded like gravel. "It was you." Moving to step towards the captain, the alchemist's eyes narrowed as a small snarl tugged at his upper lip. This was how close she had been, when she told him that none of it was his concern. "Do not dare lie to me Roana. Not know. Not about this."
THE
ALCHEMIST
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.
