i'll meet you half way
Remi could hardly hear what Amalia and Jigano were saying over the thrashing storm overhead and the equally pulsating beating of his own heart. Throat clogged with sobs that demanded to be let out were hastily bit back as the alchemist continued to scour Ashe's face for signs of significant injury. "Ashe." He whispered again, leaning in close and pressing his face into the cleft of her neck. It had taken Ronin's death for Remi to do more than put his arm around the assassin, and despite the hefty walls she kept around herself, the alchemist hardly cared. She could stab him later for his impropriety. Just now, the feel and smell of her would be worth any future wounds it might earn him.
Shaking his head gently as she noticed his vision—it can wait—he glanced over his shoulder and nodded to Amalia and Jigano. "Can you walk?" In the time Ashetta had been away, somehow Remi had at some point developed quite a bit of strength. That, and for as fighty as the assassin in blue was, she could still be easily carried (something Remi doubted she liked very much). But the offer was there, as were the storms.
Shaking his head gently as she noticed his vision—it can wait—he glanced over his shoulder and nodded to Amalia and Jigano. "Can you walk?" In the time Ashetta had been away, somehow Remi had at some point developed quite a bit of strength. That, and for as fighty as the assassin in blue was, she could still be easily carried (something Remi doubted she liked very much). But the offer was there, as were the storms.
if you're coming the long way
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.