REMI
the alchemist
there's a feeling i get when i look to the west,
& my spirit is crying for leaving.
& my spirit is crying for leaving.
Remi sat on the front steps of the cottage, alone. Ronin was inside putting Seren to bed. It hopefully wouldn't take him long, the Festival of Lights having hopefully tuckered out the young girl. After all that the Alchemist had experienced in the proceeding hours made time feel like an illusion; he watched it trickle by him without context as the stars winked overhead.
Unable to sit still for every time he did his body began to disappear into shadow, Remi let his leg bounce out some unsteady rhythm as he clasped his hands between his knees. Isla's blood was still black beneath his nails, the Alchemist having made no attempt to remove it. His hands had been in his pockets for most of the Festival that his appearance might not draw undue questions. Or at least, questions from anyone who was not Ronin.
Unable to sit still for every time he did his body began to disappear into shadow, Remi let his leg bounce out some unsteady rhythm as he clasped his hands between his knees. Isla's blood was still black beneath his nails, the Alchemist having made no attempt to remove it. His hands had been in his pockets for most of the Festival that his appearance might not draw undue questions. Or at least, questions from anyone who was not Ronin.
in my thoughts I have seen rings of smoke through the trees
& the voices of those who stand looking.
& the voices of those who stand looking.
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.
