all our lives i watched you search beneath the fallen skies
The alchemist winced at the thought that his own magic might bring harm to others, though couldn't be too properly upset with Ronin's fingers trailing along his bare skin. "I wonder if there is a way to remotely control the things I create...or...perhaps I should start building that into them.." Leaning his cheek against Ronin's hand, the alchemist sighed gratefully. "Or simply stop making weapons for people like Zariah." You can take the Northaven out of the alchemist, and all that. Only now the stakes seemed much higher.
Glancing down at his chest, Remi shook his head slightly. "I am alright, really. I will go and see Phoebe. There is a magical salve I made for Isla once, that will help." Raising a brow with a small grin, Remi raised a mischevious brow. "I would ask Vai, but she only just healed me from where she shot me with an arrow, so..." Trailing off with a shit-eating grin, the alchemist shrugged in Ronin's arms.
Glancing down at his chest, Remi shook his head slightly. "I am alright, really. I will go and see Phoebe. There is a magical salve I made for Isla once, that will help." Raising a brow with a small grin, Remi raised a mischevious brow. "I would ask Vai, but she only just healed me from where she shot me with an arrow, so..." Trailing off with a shit-eating grin, the alchemist shrugged in Ronin's arms.
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.
