our hands they seek the end of afternoons
Lost in fantasies that would hopeful one day become memories, Remi's expression grew soft and adoring as his mind bloomed with images of laughter, vast starry skies, and joy so complete he thought he'd burst with it. "And you." He agreed, blinking slowly as Deimos' words softly interrupted his thoughts. Amalia had confessed her love for the large man seasons and seasons ago to him, and given the she and the Sword were still together, he could only assume she had indeed said it to him, and he back.
Sappy as it was, the alchemist was a romantic at heart, and he truly did hope that the pair of them found in each other all that they needed. And importantly, that the prospect of mountains wouldn't be a gulf too insurmountable for them.
Sappy as it was, the alchemist was a romantic at heart, and he truly did hope that the pair of them found in each other all that they needed. And importantly, that the prospect of mountains wouldn't be a gulf too insurmountable for them.
my hands believe and move over you
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.
