remi
i’m only a man in a funny red sheet
i’m only a man looking for a dream
i’m only a man looking for a dream
Remi nodded, always happy to help. Though his eagerness could not fix this, and though he and Sam hadn’t really spoke since having been outside, even someone as naive as he could tell that there was an emotional wound here that magic simply couldn’t fix. Not his anyways.
It hurt to hear Sam speak so, and mostly because something inside of Remi resonated strongly with what the bookmaker was saying. Once upon a time, Remi had hidden away in his shop as well. He’d not been involved in anything dramatic or dangerous and had been left to his simple life. He hadn’t ever known anything more, so he’d never longed for anything more. ‘But?” Remi encouraged softly, a gentle expression on his face.
Frowning as Sam looked his way, Remi sighed and shook his head, a weighted and sad expression tugging at his lips. “I have frightened you more than once.” He said in a low and ashamed tone. There were a handful of times that the bookmaker had flinched away from the alchemist, one only a month or so ago, where the bookmaker’s house still bore Remi’s talon marks. “Honestly? I wish I did not have to. I ... would give up everything I am to someone else, if I could.” He admitted. Loren and Jigano had accused him of needing to be the hero, but really, Remi wanted the opposite. He wanted to be a forgetful sidecharacter, an NPC who simply made weapons for the hero to complete their tasks. “This place changed me, and now I feel as though I have to. That...being what I am forces me to do things I honestly would not otherwise. I am not brave Sam. And I am terrible with weapons.” He added with a boyish chuckle, ruffling a hand through his curls.
With an adoring look, he smiled at the bookmaker. “Something tells me you might be as well.”
It hurt to hear Sam speak so, and mostly because something inside of Remi resonated strongly with what the bookmaker was saying. Once upon a time, Remi had hidden away in his shop as well. He’d not been involved in anything dramatic or dangerous and had been left to his simple life. He hadn’t ever known anything more, so he’d never longed for anything more. ‘But?” Remi encouraged softly, a gentle expression on his face.
Frowning as Sam looked his way, Remi sighed and shook his head, a weighted and sad expression tugging at his lips. “I have frightened you more than once.” He said in a low and ashamed tone. There were a handful of times that the bookmaker had flinched away from the alchemist, one only a month or so ago, where the bookmaker’s house still bore Remi’s talon marks. “Honestly? I wish I did not have to. I ... would give up everything I am to someone else, if I could.” He admitted. Loren and Jigano had accused him of needing to be the hero, but really, Remi wanted the opposite. He wanted to be a forgetful sidecharacter, an NPC who simply made weapons for the hero to complete their tasks. “This place changed me, and now I feel as though I have to. That...being what I am forces me to do things I honestly would not otherwise. I am not brave Sam. And I am terrible with weapons.” He added with a boyish chuckle, ruffling a hand through his curls.
With an adoring look, he smiled at the bookmaker. “Something tells me you might be as well.”
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.
