REMI
the alchemist
I've said that hope I'll never find
To my myself I must confide
To my myself I must confide
The world is nothing but a partial slice of stormy ocean and a single cliff that juts precariously above. The landscape fades to a blur of stormy blue in the periphery that gives off indistinct shapes and patterns when stared at too long. On top of the cliff the alchemist sits with his feet trailing off the side, and his eyes focused on the churning waters below. There are skulls down there, beneath the waves; the bodies of his past decisions left to rot.
Hopefully he would catch Ronin before his meeting with Sunjata. If not? The sky churns like some garish intestinal cramp above, darkening and bleeding at the thought. With a mouth gone quite dry, Remi bites the inside of his lip as he sees his husband's smiling face in the white caps below.
Hopefully he would catch Ronin before his meeting with Sunjata. If not? The sky churns like some garish intestinal cramp above, darkening and bleeding at the thought. With a mouth gone quite dry, Remi bites the inside of his lip as he sees his husband's smiling face in the white caps below.
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.
