REMI
the alchemist
What good are hands
if there's nothing that they hold
if there's nothing that they hold
The past-tense of that didn't go unheard by the Alchemist, but for now, he merely nodded in agreement. It wasn't the sort of thing endlessly discussing would solve anyhow. The pain and unhappiness was in Ronin and that was okay. If all the trauma the pair had shared taught Remi one thing, it was that experiencing emotions as they came was the only way to get through them.
Remi's smile was boyish and secretive as he gazed down at their clasped hands, his cheeks round and dimpled. "I do, but I'll never grow tired of hearing you say it." He admitted with a laugh, glancing up to meet Ronin's gaze with a shy grin.
Remi's smile was boyish and secretive as he gazed down at their clasped hands, his cheeks round and dimpled. "I do, but I'll never grow tired of hearing you say it." He admitted with a laugh, glancing up to meet Ronin's gaze with a shy grin.
And what good are hearts
if you bury them all alone?
if you bury them all alone?
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.
