REMI
the alchemist
Meeting his friend's gaze, whatever silent communication facilitated by the attuned bond was sorely missed just now. Biting at the inside of his lip, searching the fox's features that could sorely use some sun, Remi offered a flash of a smile before looking down at the autumn foliage. "No, it isn't." He answered honestly. "But in time it will be."
Glancing up, a hand at his throat, the Alchemist shook his head with a smirk. "Oh this? I did this to myself, before Torchline." He countered. Ignoring whatever feelings hearing of Ianto's friend might have inspired, the Alchemist let his head loll challengingly to one side, fixing the fox with a smirk. "Safe, sure. But boring. Quiet. And, soon to be covered with more snow than anyone has use for." Remi pointed out.
"Besides, you're a merchant after all, and Torchline has a bustling economy like none you've ever seen. You'll be sold out of your wares in a heartbeat and would be lusted after by the greediest lot."
Glancing up, a hand at his throat, the Alchemist shook his head with a smirk. "Oh this? I did this to myself, before Torchline." He countered. Ignoring whatever feelings hearing of Ianto's friend might have inspired, the Alchemist let his head loll challengingly to one side, fixing the fox with a smirk. "Safe, sure. But boring. Quiet. And, soon to be covered with more snow than anyone has use for." Remi pointed out.
"Besides, you're a merchant after all, and Torchline has a bustling economy like none you've ever seen. You'll be sold out of your wares in a heartbeat and would be lusted after by the greediest lot."
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.
