REMI
the alchemist
I wear this crown of thorns
Upon my liar's chair
Upon my liar's chair
Remi grins at that, knowing well what the sentiment is meant to imply. Indeed, with the Alchemist having given his husband and all-access no-expiration hall pass, one might think Remi is in the same situation. But perhaps like Nate, even were something to happen, it would never—could never—come close to what already was.
Sitting down heavily into the chair as if it is there for his relaxation, Remi seems comfortable enough in the stretched-silence before Nate speaks. "I do indeed." He agrees with a nod. "Sunjata mentioned something like that, though I think it was your idea. Of...having basic food and clothing available to all as a way of stopping petty theft." It made sense, and yet honestly, Remi hadn't thought of it. Rather than feel a sham in his position or embarrassed at his lack of expertise, instead, he was just pleased to have such learned people around him.
"You know." Remi repeats with a crooked grin, those words and the hand wave encompassing oh so much, but he did understand completely.
"Well...let me ask you this." Leaning forward, rolling his glass between his fingers, he meets Nate's blue stare with a mischievous green one of his own. "How much time would you like to invest in this? Are you looking to just...advise? Or would you like to be more hands-on?"
Sitting down heavily into the chair as if it is there for his relaxation, Remi seems comfortable enough in the stretched-silence before Nate speaks. "I do indeed." He agrees with a nod. "Sunjata mentioned something like that, though I think it was your idea. Of...having basic food and clothing available to all as a way of stopping petty theft." It made sense, and yet honestly, Remi hadn't thought of it. Rather than feel a sham in his position or embarrassed at his lack of expertise, instead, he was just pleased to have such learned people around him.
"You know." Remi repeats with a crooked grin, those words and the hand wave encompassing oh so much, but he did understand completely.
"Well...let me ask you this." Leaning forward, rolling his glass between his fingers, he meets Nate's blue stare with a mischievous green one of his own. "How much time would you like to invest in this? Are you looking to just...advise? Or would you like to be more hands-on?"
Full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair
I cannot repair
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.
