REMI
all the things we said when we were younger
Running a hand up his cheek and then over his eye, the alchemist sighs at the accusation directed his way. 'Sam..' Remi doesn't sound angry or even frustrated now; he sounds tired. So instead of arguing or handholding, or even offering advice, the alchemist just lets his hand fall from his face into his lap with a defeated and soft woomph. "Yes. Of course I will." He answers in a voice hardly more than a whisper.
Closing his eyes, Remi breathes in and then out, trying to soothe away the unhappy feathers that threaten to flourish through his curls. "Well. We are both tethered in our own ways, regardless of what we might want." He says after a moment. 'Did...do you even want to tell me about what you mentioned in your letter? Or is it all moot, now?"
Closing his eyes, Remi breathes in and then out, trying to soothe away the unhappy feathers that threaten to flourish through his curls. "Well. We are both tethered in our own ways, regardless of what we might want." He says after a moment. 'Did...do you even want to tell me about what you mentioned in your letter? Or is it all moot, now?"
did it bend or did I break?
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.
