the lullaby
"Like this." The alchemist says gently, and it's with an instant warmth that his frustration and terseness melt away revealing Remi's rarely seen paternal side. Demonstrating how to toast a marshmallow (except the alchemist almost instantly burns his but never mind, he likes them crispy anyways), he sandwiches the charcoal sugar between the crackers and chocolate.
'I don't. But Mateo does, and Halo too." Remi clarifies with a small shrug as he devours his smore in one large bite. Watching the hour glass form, the alchemist can only shake his head slowly. "Not permanently, no. But next time? With as close to the war as we are, I do not want to take the chance that I might be caught on my own and taken out for a few seasons."
Reaching for the hourglass, Remi turns it over in his hands, marvelling at how the sands seem to swirl but never fall. "Thank you for this." He says sincerely, before tucking it away in the pocket of his jacket.
'I don't. But Mateo does, and Halo too." Remi clarifies with a small shrug as he devours his smore in one large bite. Watching the hour glass form, the alchemist can only shake his head slowly. "Not permanently, no. But next time? With as close to the war as we are, I do not want to take the chance that I might be caught on my own and taken out for a few seasons."
Reaching for the hourglass, Remi turns it over in his hands, marvelling at how the sands seem to swirl but never fall. "Thank you for this." He says sincerely, before tucking it away in the pocket of his jacket.
i collect scars because I want proof
I've paid for the sins I've committed
I've paid for the sins I've committed
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.
