& my heart ran away from me
Remi lay on the sands, arms outstretched, clothed only in a pair of shorts. There was a strip of cloth on his forehead to keep his curls from his eyes, his lips sunburned and pink as were his cheeks. The sun was relentless, but having been in Torchline long enough to develop a tolerance for it, there were only a few beads of sweat that dripped from his brow towards his closed lashes and that sparkled on his stomach.
The alchemist was still, save for one hand which cycled through picking up sand, grinding it between his fingers until it was gone and then repeating. The world felt empty and far away and for the time being, Remi was content to let it. Losing himself in the heat and the relentless thrum of the waves on the shore seemed as good a way to spend an afternoon as anything.
The alchemist was still, save for one hand which cycled through picking up sand, grinding it between his fingers until it was gone and then repeating. The world felt empty and far away and for the time being, Remi was content to let it. Losing himself in the heat and the relentless thrum of the waves on the shore seemed as good a way to spend an afternoon as anything.
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.
