REMI
the alchemist
I've said that hope I'll never find
To my myself I must confide
To my myself I must confide
Swallowing, Remi nods, careful to ensure that his own emotions aren't reflected back against Isla. With all that she's dealing with, it would be unfair to additionally burden her. Releasing her and shoving his hands into his pockets that his hands might not betray the unsteady state of his mind, Remi considers. "I can create tarps and blankets for them." He suggests, though likely Isla will know best what sort of material would work best.
Raising a brow and finding his best friend suddenly quite unreadable, the alchemist just nods a vague agreement. 'Understood.' She looks both harder but smaller in the moonlight. Not less powerful in her own right, but...charging, perhaps. Unable to find the words for it, his fingers scratch against one another in his pockets.
Raising a brow and finding his best friend suddenly quite unreadable, the alchemist just nods a vague agreement. 'Understood.' She looks both harder but smaller in the moonlight. Not less powerful in her own right, but...charging, perhaps. Unable to find the words for it, his fingers scratch against one another in his pockets.
That there's no choice outside your mind
when your heart is overthrown
when your heart is overthrown
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.
