aúsi, nos paramas // & still we stand
Closed signs meant little to Remi these days. For better or worse (worse more often than not), Remi now did things without first thinking. Losing his gentleness had not only resulted in a harder man, but a much more thoughtless one too. Leaning into selfishness had made Remi blind to many of the ramifications of his actions: like barging into Sam's new shop despite the sign indicating he wasn't welcome. He was the governor after all.
"Sam?" Remi called, squinting for a moment as his eyes adjusted to the light. Running a hand through his hair, the salt from the ocean tugging heavily at his curls, the Alchemist made his way back towards the sound of rustling parchment. When he came upon the bookmaker, if something didn't prevent his entry that was, Remi would rush right through the typical pleasantries. "Sam, are you the only ascended here in Torchline? Other than Nate?"
"Sam?" Remi called, squinting for a moment as his eyes adjusted to the light. Running a hand through his hair, the salt from the ocean tugging heavily at his curls, the Alchemist made his way back towards the sound of rustling parchment. When he came upon the bookmaker, if something didn't prevent his entry that was, Remi would rush right through the typical pleasantries. "Sam, are you the only ascended here in Torchline? Other than Nate?"
THE
ALCHEMIST
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.
