and if all we've got is what no one can break
A bell would chime lightly as Asavvi pushed the door open. Within she would find the alchemist's shop a clustered but cozy explosion of ... well, all manner of things. Racks lined each side of the shop creating a narrow aisle to walk down. On either side were various experiments in haphazard states of completion: some looked like objects she could recognize (a staff here, a dining set there), others were wildly imaginative (a sun with gears, a collection of stars that seemed to glow, a plant that sprouted a flower, only to immediately wither and then begin the process anew).
At the back of the show through the hazy and warm light was a wood-burning stove, a countertop, and a man with dishevelled curls covered in charcoal bent over a piece of parchment. At the sound of a voice, he looked up, his smile immediate and warm despite how his eyes seemed to search uncertainly into the haze. As Asavvi comes closer, she will see that this is likely because he appears quite blind. Eyes once the colour of sea-glass are now pale and fractured. He can see, in his own way, but it certainly doesn't look as though he can.
"Hallo." He called back, boyish features gentle and welcoming.
At the back of the show through the hazy and warm light was a wood-burning stove, a countertop, and a man with dishevelled curls covered in charcoal bent over a piece of parchment. At the sound of a voice, he looked up, his smile immediate and warm despite how his eyes seemed to search uncertainly into the haze. As Asavvi comes closer, she will see that this is likely because he appears quite blind. Eyes once the colour of sea-glass are now pale and fractured. He can see, in his own way, but it certainly doesn't look as though he can.
"Hallo." He called back, boyish features gentle and welcoming.
i know i love you if that's all we can take
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.
