every now and then the things i lean on lose their meaning
Remi's stomach flutters a touch unexpectedly as he stares at a door that he's not quite sure he's ever done more than knock on. Having tried to find Isla at the clinic first, the alchemist was told that no, the doctor was not in, and that unless he needed something, he could go. It was bound to happen sooner or later, that Isla simply wouldn't be found in her usual haunt, making it all the more difficult for Remi to put his finger on just what about it he found so...so...?
Maybe it was simply the fact that last time he was here, it was for his date with Isla, which they'd both agreed was one of the worst decisions they'd ever made. He thought about it often though, and fondly. It was a mess, yes, but it was a very them sort of mess.
'Isla?' He calls out, rapping on her door and wondering where he might next look for her, if she doesn't answer.
Maybe it was simply the fact that last time he was here, it was for his date with Isla, which they'd both agreed was one of the worst decisions they'd ever made. He thought about it often though, and fondly. It was a mess, yes, but it was a very them sort of mess.
'Isla?' He calls out, rapping on her door and wondering where he might next look for her, if she doesn't answer.
& i find myself careening
into places that i should not let me go
into places that i should not let me go
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.
