i'm not the man they think i am at home
Like some dark tableau of a what an Abercrombie and Fitch poster might look like if directed by a madman, Remi and Roninc reclined on the beach. Wearing little (the day was hot) and with visible patches of dried blood in various areas (they'd been hunting), the pair dried off beneath the unyielding sun overhead.
Fingers smoothed Ronin's untamable hair as Remi looked out at sea, letting his eyes unsuccessfully try and pinpoint where the sky and ocean actually meet. Pulling his eyes away to look down at Ronin sprawled on the sands before him made his breath catch. Sand peppered a chest scarred and bruised from various monsters, blood remain lodged in bits of fabric and beneath nails. There was no part of the Star left virgin or unblemished by the realities of the world. No part left unloved by the alchemist.
"Makes three for me." He said, a roguish smile on his lips. "Sam, Phoebe, Sunjata. Though apparently Phoebe is just as uncaring as me. Wahh.." Remi added, a fake whininess coating his words.
Fingers smoothed Ronin's untamable hair as Remi looked out at sea, letting his eyes unsuccessfully try and pinpoint where the sky and ocean actually meet. Pulling his eyes away to look down at Ronin sprawled on the sands before him made his breath catch. Sand peppered a chest scarred and bruised from various monsters, blood remain lodged in bits of fabric and beneath nails. There was no part of the Star left virgin or unblemished by the realities of the world. No part left unloved by the alchemist.
"Makes three for me." He said, a roguish smile on his lips. "Sam, Phoebe, Sunjata. Though apparently Phoebe is just as uncaring as me. Wahh.." Remi added, a fake whininess coating his words.
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.
