if you make it all wrong then i'll make it all right
With cheeks made slightly pink from drinking a bottle of wine with Ronin over lunch, Remi made his way to the infirmary. He carried his shirt in his hands, having shucked it off earlier to show Ronin his wound, and now that he was in a place where the wound might be appropriately taken care of, it itched and scattered an array of painful warbles throughout his chest.
The star-pattern of electrical burns caused by Zariah was obvious, but given how many scars now covered Remi's body, it looked strangely at home on his scar-silvered-skin.
"Phoebe?" Remi called out, his pale eyes narrowed to try and peer through the darkness, despite the fact that infirmary was well-lit. For the alchemist, some places still remained firmly cast in shadow.
The star-pattern of electrical burns caused by Zariah was obvious, but given how many scars now covered Remi's body, it looked strangely at home on his scar-silvered-skin.
"Phoebe?" Remi called out, his pale eyes narrowed to try and peer through the darkness, despite the fact that infirmary was well-lit. For the alchemist, some places still remained firmly cast in shadow.
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.
