aúsi, nos paramas // & still we stand
With a snarl, the alchemist simply shook his head. "You are not hearing me. I am not here to argue. Not hear to listen to whatever it is you think gives you the right to threaten people I care for. You want to go after the Voice? Be my guest—"
Oh, but then she said her name and it was simply more than his mind could endure. With fingers punctuated by claws, the alchemist snapped his hand forward meaning to shove the ex-captain into the nearest wall and hold her there with talons against her throat. "Do not speak her name." He snarled in a low and deadly tone. The last person who threatened her was dead and the alchemist was in absolutely no shape to ensure the same fate did not befall the soldier.
"Think what you want, I do not care, but let me make this perfectly clear. If you take up this charge against the ascended and not their maker, I will stop you. Consider them under my protection." Remi's wings unfurled from his back, stretching meters and meters across as he glared. Through their bond Amalia would feel how tightly-wound the alchemist was, how close to the surface his shifts were, how ready for blood their tongues.
"This is a promise. If you go after those innocent of their creator's crimes, you will pay for it."
Oh, but then she said her name and it was simply more than his mind could endure. With fingers punctuated by claws, the alchemist snapped his hand forward meaning to shove the ex-captain into the nearest wall and hold her there with talons against her throat. "Do not speak her name." He snarled in a low and deadly tone. The last person who threatened her was dead and the alchemist was in absolutely no shape to ensure the same fate did not befall the soldier.
"Think what you want, I do not care, but let me make this perfectly clear. If you take up this charge against the ascended and not their maker, I will stop you. Consider them under my protection." Remi's wings unfurled from his back, stretching meters and meters across as he glared. Through their bond Amalia would feel how tightly-wound the alchemist was, how close to the surface his shifts were, how ready for blood their tongues.
"This is a promise. If you go after those innocent of their creator's crimes, you will pay for it."
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.
