REMI
the alchemist
What good are hands
if there's nothing that they hold
if there's nothing that they hold
The bed is warm and soft, the body next to his is small. That means it isn't in Ronin's room he's woken up, but not Finn's either. It takes his mind a moment to orient himself, and to remember why it is he's waking up somewhere new in the first place. It's true that he's now unintentionally woken up in Finn's bed more than once, and Ronin's more than he can count, but this was intentional. This was...
..Amalia.
Remi's hand, which had been wrapped around her hip, suddenly pulled back. Ronin and Remi sleep completely intertwined with one another; so it is that the alchemist had found himself nearly always spooned up against whoever he found himself next to. Quickly shifting himself back—the awkwardness of morning wood and all that—the alchemist clears his throat, hoping it would be the sound that woke Amalia up, rather than his body suddenly pressed around her.
..Amalia.
Remi's hand, which had been wrapped around her hip, suddenly pulled back. Ronin and Remi sleep completely intertwined with one another; so it is that the alchemist had found himself nearly always spooned up against whoever he found himself next to. Quickly shifting himself back—the awkwardness of morning wood and all that—the alchemist clears his throat, hoping it would be the sound that woke Amalia up, rather than his body suddenly pressed around her.
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.
