REMI
the alchemist
What good are hands
if there's nothing that they hold
if there's nothing that they hold
Resisting the urge to say you just did—though the quirk of his lips very much suggests he thought it quite loudly—Remi nods. Maeve's accent is a strange cousin of those that men such as Ronin and Ianto have, and though it isn't quite the same, the alchemist has had to decipher sleepy, drunk, and mouth-full Ronin (and Ianto, really) on enough occasions to understand the Madame with ease.
Though the monsoons rage outside, in Maeve's apartment the world is cozy and calm. Soundproofed as the walls are, Remi might imagine that it's just the two of them in a little home, rather than a large establishment with multiple rooms likely filled to the brim at this time of night.
Though the monsoons rage outside, in Maeve's apartment the world is cozy and calm. Soundproofed as the walls are, Remi might imagine that it's just the two of them in a little home, rather than a large establishment with multiple rooms likely filled to the brim at this time of night.
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.
