nevertheless it was never the last; hold on strong or you fade out fast
The Alchemist watches as Maru mirrors his gesture, completing it elegantly to move the black waves that fan around his face. Unbidden, Remi wonders what that hair feels like when tangled between fingers; has the saltwater made it course? Or is it as soft as it appears, haloing about his face as it does?
I would expect nothing less. The Alchemist agrees. He expected more, if he was being honest, and such is communicated through the bond. There are some I'm sure who will find their way to you sooner rather than later. Some who...are fond of meddling. Mischief isn't an emotion easily displayed by an octopus, but as Remi's camouflage ripples in slow waves of amused distaste, it's possible he manages it well enough. Down here the world is your own. You'll never hear criticism from the surface about how you run your kingdom. If nosey busy-bodies failed to return after sticking their noses where they didn't belong, there'd be no declaration of war from Remi.
There might, however, be a gift basket.
Symbiotic. The word rings truer in his mind than merely mutually-beneficial. Perhaps it is because it's such an organic way of framing it. More and more the Alchemist has embraced his predatory instincts and therein has been more animal than human. Maru's words sit well with him, and he nods easy agreement.
Beaching yourselves...is there another way? Already Remi's mind is at work, his alchemist's heart thudding away happily as the cogs of his thoughts whir. He thinks of canals through the city, glass enclosures on wheels that the merfolk could travel through...He's ignorant of course of merfolk magic which likely renders his fantastical ideas redundant. Still, his excitement spills over through the bond, sharing these strange and wonderous images with Maru.
I would expect nothing less. The Alchemist agrees. He expected more, if he was being honest, and such is communicated through the bond. There are some I'm sure who will find their way to you sooner rather than later. Some who...are fond of meddling. Mischief isn't an emotion easily displayed by an octopus, but as Remi's camouflage ripples in slow waves of amused distaste, it's possible he manages it well enough. Down here the world is your own. You'll never hear criticism from the surface about how you run your kingdom. If nosey busy-bodies failed to return after sticking their noses where they didn't belong, there'd be no declaration of war from Remi.
There might, however, be a gift basket.
Symbiotic. The word rings truer in his mind than merely mutually-beneficial. Perhaps it is because it's such an organic way of framing it. More and more the Alchemist has embraced his predatory instincts and therein has been more animal than human. Maru's words sit well with him, and he nods easy agreement.
Beaching yourselves...is there another way? Already Remi's mind is at work, his alchemist's heart thudding away happily as the cogs of his thoughts whir. He thinks of canals through the city, glass enclosures on wheels that the merfolk could travel through...He's ignorant of course of merfolk magic which likely renders his fantastical ideas redundant. Still, his excitement spills over through the bond, sharing these strange and wonderous images with Maru.
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.
