REMI
the alchemist
What good are hands
if there's nothing that they hold
if there's nothing that they hold
'Fine. Put it this way then, it's easier to ignore when I don't have to see him parading about here." Letting Ronin go with a playful reluctance, Remi followed him swiftly inside. The wagon felt smaller now that they had an entire house to themselves again (well, almost to themselves), and yet it was just as cozy as ever. It might not have rooms made larger than they had any right to be by magic or stars on the ceiling, but it had Ronin, which would always be enough.
"I care insofar as I doubt any plea I might make to keep his twin on a leash would likely go ignored." Resisting the urge to snark something about the luxuries of the bluebloods back in Northaven, Remi sank down onto the bed dragging Ronin with him. 'To that end, when did you become the naive one, husband?" Remi wondered, affectionately running his fingers across whatever bit of Ronin might be nearest. "The Launceleyns are the Launceleyns down to the very last."
"I care insofar as I doubt any plea I might make to keep his twin on a leash would likely go ignored." Resisting the urge to snark something about the luxuries of the bluebloods back in Northaven, Remi sank down onto the bed dragging Ronin with him. 'To that end, when did you become the naive one, husband?" Remi wondered, affectionately running his fingers across whatever bit of Ronin might be nearest. "The Launceleyns are the Launceleyns down to the very last."
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.
