i've hidden all my fears in a book for only my eyes to see
"There's no .... " Remi pauses, head still cocked to the side. "..no one shouting. No calls for help." It's a sad thing to notice, but having lived the life he had before Caido—but also the general state of Torchline—it's rather strange just to hear life carrying on without protest or violence.
Snorting, the alchemist raises a brow toward his husband, though it's lost beneath his curls. (Remi desperately needs a haircut). "I think they're going to notice that the demigod of death has set up a shop anyway." Remi grins. "Besides, maybe it's good marketing." (It wasn't).
One Ronin is hard enough to abide, and though the alchemist will always think there is somethingSUS strange about his husband's literal duplicity, the look the Stars' share with one another is enough to have Remi's stomach suddenly feeling weightless. "Well.." Scratching at his temple (and depositing a good amount of dust there, that soft falls onto his shoulder), Remi looks around with a contemplative and rather dreamy expression.
"I thought...in addition to working with my hands again, I thought since Stormbreak is so isolated, I could...bring parts of the world here. Snow moss and peppermint bark, water from a wonderpuddle, maybe a dream fish if we could ever figure out how to transport one." Looking around, the alchemist pulls in a breath, and the space is suddenly transformed. A large tree grows from the center, its boughs supporting the ceiling, with various branches acting as shelves. Will o' wisps flit around to provide light, as do glow stones(not that this is possible, of course). Skulls from various animals line the walls, their bones filled with plants that they would have commonly eaten (in the case of herbivores).
There is also a fox hidden away beneath a bench with a sign that says a satchel of tea = one secret.
Letting the illusion fade, Remi shrugs a touch bashfully. "Maybe something like that." He mumbles, cheeks pink and eyes nervously uncertain.
Snorting, the alchemist raises a brow toward his husband, though it's lost beneath his curls. (Remi desperately needs a haircut). "I think they're going to notice that the demigod of death has set up a shop anyway." Remi grins. "Besides, maybe it's good marketing." (It wasn't).
One Ronin is hard enough to abide, and though the alchemist will always think there is something
"I thought...in addition to working with my hands again, I thought since Stormbreak is so isolated, I could...bring parts of the world here. Snow moss and peppermint bark, water from a wonderpuddle, maybe a dream fish if we could ever figure out how to transport one." Looking around, the alchemist pulls in a breath, and the space is suddenly transformed. A large tree grows from the center, its boughs supporting the ceiling, with various branches acting as shelves. Will o' wisps flit around to provide light, as do glow stones
There is also a fox hidden away beneath a bench with a sign that says a satchel of tea = one secret.
Letting the illusion fade, Remi shrugs a touch bashfully. "Maybe something like that." He mumbles, cheeks pink and eyes nervously uncertain.
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.
