REMI
the alchemist
What good are hands
if there's nothing that they hold
if there's nothing that they hold
Nodding, Remi tightens the belt of the robe around his waist. It's a less than ideal thing to be wearing, but given where he is, if anything he's overdressed compared to those he'll bump into downstairs in all likelihood. 'Okay.' He agrees softly, giving the madame a smile before padding into the bathroom to retrieve his wet bundle of clothes.
"I will just wait for Ronin downstairs if that is alright. Hopefully, I do not scare away any of your customers." He adds with a boyish chuckle. Really, what Remi hopes is that Ronin will come in one piece and that all tonight will ask of him is a bit of patience until his husband comes back.
With a lingering and appreciative nod, Remi lets himself out of Maeve's room. Downstairs is a riot of sound, and though the alchemist doesn't know it yet, his twin is somewhere in this building, wearing a very different face.
~FIN
"I will just wait for Ronin downstairs if that is alright. Hopefully, I do not scare away any of your customers." He adds with a boyish chuckle. Really, what Remi hopes is that Ronin will come in one piece and that all tonight will ask of him is a bit of patience until his husband comes back.
With a lingering and appreciative nod, Remi lets himself out of Maeve's room. Downstairs is a riot of sound, and though the alchemist doesn't know it yet, his twin is somewhere in this building, wearing a very different face.
~FIN
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.
