This scar I can't reverse, when the more it heals the worse it hurts
Remi feels his pulse spike at the sound of his name spoken in the unmistakable voice of his twins' mother. Pausing with a quill in his hands, the alchemist takes a moment to settle the emotions that rise like hackles in the back of his throat and to smooth over the barbs that immediately coat his tongue. With intentional care, he sets the quill down, takes stock of the ratio of his feelings (his recent rekindled empathy thanks to Mort suddenly put to the test), and stands.
Dressed in a simple sweater and tan pants, Remi emerges with his hands in his pockets and his eyes on the floorboards. He leans a shoulder against the doorframe that he's only half out of, before allowing his sea glass stare to rise to a point it might meet Hotaru's. Unsure what to expect—beauty, disgrace, a bedraggled woman come to barter for their children—the alchemist is surprised to see the Valkyrie looking shockingly human.
"Hallo." He offers quietly.
Dressed in a simple sweater and tan pants, Remi emerges with his hands in his pockets and his eyes on the floorboards. He leans a shoulder against the doorframe that he's only half out of, before allowing his sea glass stare to rise to a point it might meet Hotaru's. Unsure what to expect—beauty, disgrace, a bedraggled woman come to barter for their children—the alchemist is surprised to see the Valkyrie looking shockingly human.
"Hallo." He offers quietly.
REMI
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.
