walked out this morning and i wrote down this song.
i just can't remember who to send it to
i just can't remember who to send it to
The Treehouse was silent; the sort of silence that tugs at your bowels and has you feeling both watched, while also incredibly alone. Dust had settled in gray drifts atop every surface that the wind hadn’t touched, which only served to amplify the silence.
Standing with his arms folded comfortably across his chest, Remi surveyed the rarely-used treehouse with sharp pale green eyes and lips set into a straight line. Breathing out carefully that his breath might not cause a mini dust storm, the alchemist let his shoulders sag as he set aside whatever thoughts had caused such deep lines to form on his forehead and began to get to work.
Rarely used though the treehouse was, if any should find themselves in need during LongNight, the least Remi could do was ensure the place was safe to wait out a storm, and, if there was time, to stock it with food and supplies.
Standing with his arms folded comfortably across his chest, Remi surveyed the rarely-used treehouse with sharp pale green eyes and lips set into a straight line. Breathing out carefully that his breath might not cause a mini dust storm, the alchemist let his shoulders sag as he set aside whatever thoughts had caused such deep lines to form on his forehead and began to get to work.
Rarely used though the treehouse was, if any should find themselves in need during LongNight, the least Remi could do was ensure the place was safe to wait out a storm, and, if there was time, to stock it with food and supplies.
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.
