REMI
the alchemist
What good are hands
if there's nothing that they hold
if there's nothing that they hold
"Hallo Felix." Remi returns, flashing another grin over the man's shoulder towards Vai. At the mention of his house, the Alchemist looks uncertain for a moment, turning his head to glance inside with a bit of a frown. "Yeah, it uhm..." Running his fingers through his curls and tugging in a breath, Remi eventually shrugged as he turned his attention back to the pair on his stoop. "It's the first proper one I've ever had." His 'apartment' in Northaven hadn't even had a working door, the guildhouse had been Ronin's, and the wagon had been a shortlived placed to sleep between waking nightmares.
"Well, come on in, then." Pointing towards the door on the far side of the house—the entrance used for official business—Remi crinkled his nose. "Use this door, not that one. That one is for...Torchline things." It still felt strange to refer to himself as Torchline's governor, and so he merely let the title slip away as he ushered Felix and Vai inside for some cold tea.
"Well, come on in, then." Pointing towards the door on the far side of the house—the entrance used for official business—Remi crinkled his nose. "Use this door, not that one. That one is for...Torchline things." It still felt strange to refer to himself as Torchline's governor, and so he merely let the title slip away as he ushered Felix and Vai inside for some cold tea.
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.
