sometimes love is all that can save us, sometimes love can kill a man
"Oh look, he makes proper jokes now." Remi said with a snort, before shaking his head. "I think the words you were looking for are thank you Remi." He added with a boyish chuckle.
"Just a moment—" Before clothing himself Remi turned back towards the deer. This would likely get him even more messy no matter how careful he was. Creating a knife in his hand, the alchemist began to swiftly field-dress the deer. Throwing out bits of innards and things that weren't suitable for human consumption, Remi laid them carefully out on the snow for some scavenger or other to come and collect. "Better here than at the manor, with LongNight so close." He explained as he worked, occasionally rubbing his forehead against his shoulder
to remove sweat and blood from his skin and matted curls.
When he was finished, he leaned back and pulled in a breath of fresh air. Thick pelts appeared around his shoulders and beneath his fingers fasteners appeared snugly wrapping this new jacket around his bloody frame. Standing, the deer floated easily above the ground as Remi tried to brush a blood-stained knot of hair out of his eyes.
"Just a moment—" Before clothing himself Remi turned back towards the deer. This would likely get him even more messy no matter how careful he was. Creating a knife in his hand, the alchemist began to swiftly field-dress the deer. Throwing out bits of innards and things that weren't suitable for human consumption, Remi laid them carefully out on the snow for some scavenger or other to come and collect. "Better here than at the manor, with LongNight so close." He explained as he worked, occasionally rubbing his forehead against his shoulder
to remove sweat and blood from his skin and matted curls.
When he was finished, he leaned back and pulled in a breath of fresh air. Thick pelts appeared around his shoulders and beneath his fingers fasteners appeared snugly wrapping this new jacket around his bloody frame. Standing, the deer floated easily above the ground as Remi tried to brush a blood-stained knot of hair out of his eyes.
sometimes love is a soft touch, or a line drawn in the sand
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.
