REMI
the alchemist
What good are hands
if there's nothing that they hold
if there's nothing that they hold
"Well, well. That can't be good." Remi mutters to his son, who blinks up with sleepy nonchalance in his father's arms. Frowning deeply at the door, Remi turns the handle to see a beach of black sand. Thinking this another one of Ludo's tricks, Remi steps through without a second thought.
Glancing at all the various holes, Remi smirks. "Perhaps Ludo is trying to find something it lost? Shall we help?" He asks of the boy, who reaches out toward the sand. Setting him down and taking a protective place next to him, Remi lets Mateo decide what they'll do.
And because he's just a baby, he squirms and kicks and flails about. Filling in the hole, it seems.
Remi and Mateo fill in a hole.
Glancing at all the various holes, Remi smirks. "Perhaps Ludo is trying to find something it lost? Shall we help?" He asks of the boy, who reaches out toward the sand. Setting him down and taking a protective place next to him, Remi lets Mateo decide what they'll do.
And because he's just a baby, he squirms and kicks and flails about. Filling in the hole, it seems.
Remi and Mateo fill in a hole.
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.
