Remi the Alchemist
Her words, her merriment in the face of what Remi knew they had found at the bottom of the Underground, wounded him more than he could have said. Setting down his glass of wine (albeit somewhat precariously upon the grass, though there was plenty more should it spill), Remi reached out his hands wanting to take Phoebe's. Not a skilled liar or deceiver by any means, the pain and sadness that was evident on his face was without reservation, as one of his thumbs softly stroked the top of one of Phoebe's hands.
"Pheobe there...there was an accident. In the underground. An infestation of ROUS that Ronin and a few others were eradicating.." Swallowing hard, despite his shattered stare Remi nonetheless tried to seek out and hold Phoebe's deep chestnut gaze. "Emmett...He..." Emotion clogged his throat, and somewhere far off, Ronin would likely feel Remi's heartbeat increase drastically via the ring on his finger.
"Pheobe there...there was an accident. In the underground. An infestation of ROUS that Ronin and a few others were eradicating.." Swallowing hard, despite his shattered stare Remi nonetheless tried to seek out and hold Phoebe's deep chestnut gaze. "Emmett...He..." Emotion clogged his throat, and somewhere far off, Ronin would likely feel Remi's heartbeat increase drastically via the ring on his finger.
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.
