I'll stay here with you until this dream is gone
The alchemist nodded gently, encouragingly. At one time he thought that this world and Northaven were radically different. In a way they were, the level of magic and monsters here was unprecedented. But really...at the heart of it all, it seemed precisely the same. The people, the assumptions, the heartache..the human condition was as prevalent here as it had ever been back home.
Remi's heart gave a painful sort of flutter as Kiada continued. To find her lost love, after so long? The alchemist hated how his mind instinctively went to Loren, even after all that he and Sam had been through. Would it always be that way, to think of the Launceleyn first, and the bookmaker second? Remi thought that perhaps there was something very telling in his silent response to Kiada's story, but he kept that revelation to himself.
"Isla." Remi interrupted softly. "The unicorn who was just here...she is the woman who was killed." He clarified in a low voice, before letting her continue with a gentle gaze. Taking the note from her, the alchemist let his eyes scan over the nearly illegible hand writing, not understanding most of it, until the end.
Will you marry me.
"No one opened the door." Remi replied dumbly. If he had been there, he would have answered the door. But he hadn't. He was upstairs asleep, while both Isla and this man of whom Kiada spoke died horrible deaths.
"Kiada.." Remi said softly, handing her the piece of parchment back now with reverent care, knowing what it represented.
Remi's heart gave a painful sort of flutter as Kiada continued. To find her lost love, after so long? The alchemist hated how his mind instinctively went to Loren, even after all that he and Sam had been through. Would it always be that way, to think of the Launceleyn first, and the bookmaker second? Remi thought that perhaps there was something very telling in his silent response to Kiada's story, but he kept that revelation to himself.
"Isla." Remi interrupted softly. "The unicorn who was just here...she is the woman who was killed." He clarified in a low voice, before letting her continue with a gentle gaze. Taking the note from her, the alchemist let his eyes scan over the nearly illegible hand writing, not understanding most of it, until the end.
Will you marry me.
"No one opened the door." Remi replied dumbly. If he had been there, he would have answered the door. But he hadn't. He was upstairs asleep, while both Isla and this man of whom Kiada spoke died horrible deaths.
"Kiada.." Remi said softly, handing her the piece of parchment back now with reverent care, knowing what it represented.
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.
