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.
There was a lot to read into, unsaid things hidden between the lines and veiled in gestures decipherable only to those who have shared everything. Remi wasn't even sure he could lie to Ronin anymore. Couldn't imagine wanting to. Listening through the stillness, the Alchemist smiled despite himself. Had the pair really been through so much, that the hunter could take this so easily in stride? Gods the pair they had become, and yet it filled Remi with a brazen sort of delight to know that despite it all, here they were still with their heads above water.
'I am. I'm not." Remi answered in turn. " I still love you infinitely. We're still alright."
It wasn't really possible for someone to actively try and seem like themselves, and yet the Alchemist seemed to try it. His smile was boyish and crooked, his expression that nearly-nauseating combination of adoration and admiration. Cheeks dimpled, eyes light and lit from within, Remi relaxed beneath Ronin's knees.
"The process was...not pleasant as I'm sure you can imagine. Washing a soul requires encountering all the things that tainted it."
Running his fingers along the edges of Ronin's, feeling where the calloused underside met the smooth skin above, Remi shook his head apologetically. "The promise was made before you, strange as that sounds.." That there had been a time before Ronin seemed ludicrous now. "I'd not make such a deal now. Not for all the world." Glancing up, he gave the hunter a half-smile, knowing that his apologetic tone meant little in the wake of the thing asked of him.
'I am. I'm not." Remi answered in turn. " I still love you infinitely. We're still alright."
It wasn't really possible for someone to actively try and seem like themselves, and yet the Alchemist seemed to try it. His smile was boyish and crooked, his expression that nearly-nauseating combination of adoration and admiration. Cheeks dimpled, eyes light and lit from within, Remi relaxed beneath Ronin's knees.
"The process was...not pleasant as I'm sure you can imagine. Washing a soul requires encountering all the things that tainted it."
Running his fingers along the edges of Ronin's, feeling where the calloused underside met the smooth skin above, Remi shook his head apologetically. "The promise was made before you, strange as that sounds.." That there had been a time before Ronin seemed ludicrous now. "I'd not make such a deal now. Not for all the world." Glancing up, he gave the hunter a half-smile, knowing that his apologetic tone meant little in the wake of the thing asked of him.
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.
