sometimes love is all that can save us, sometimes love can kill a man
Blinking rather stupidly, the alchemist tilted his head as he might have done as a bird. It was still strange to know that their history had seemingly been meticulously captured by the bookmaker. Though Remi would never ask, he did wonder just how much had been recorded, and how much of it Sam read. And how often.
"I suppose, yes." Remi said brandishing a slow smile. "Ahh, no. Not fae. He is an attuned, here. A shapechanger back in Northaven." The alchemist answered with a gentle smile. "For some reason he was not brought through with the rest of us. He spent almost a full year outside, able to see through but being basically alone." Frowning, Remi took a breath, tilting his head against the back of the chair to lazily look at Sam.
"I hope you do not take this the wrong way, but I thought you would be...I do not know. Not upset perhaps but...given everything.." Unsure where that sentence was going, Remi let the words trail off, concluding with a boyish shrug.
"I suppose, yes." Remi said brandishing a slow smile. "Ahh, no. Not fae. He is an attuned, here. A shapechanger back in Northaven." The alchemist answered with a gentle smile. "For some reason he was not brought through with the rest of us. He spent almost a full year outside, able to see through but being basically alone." Frowning, Remi took a breath, tilting his head against the back of the chair to lazily look at Sam.
"I hope you do not take this the wrong way, but I thought you would be...I do not know. Not upset perhaps but...given everything.." Unsure where that sentence was going, Remi let the words trail off, concluding with a boyish shrug.
sometimes love is a soft touch, or a pistol in your hand
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.
