when the heart of this wide-eyed wanderer
Remi was exhausted from all of it. The back and forth. Trying to read between blurred lines with eyes already hopelessly shattered. All he wanted was for Ronin to be healthy again. All they wanted was for him to wear the crown. It was fine and reasonable and Remi understood, but gods if he didn't just want to run home, lock the doors, and proclaim that he and Ronin were closed for business for the foreseeable future.
But life went on, and Remi with it.
"Mmm, back here." Came the slightly mumbled, definitely sleepy, but somehow still bright reply from somewhere back in the gloom. As Amalia approaches, she'll find Remi pouring over various books, sketches all around of the blight, and absolutely no discernible pattern to the alchemist's chaos.
But life went on, and Remi with it.
"Mmm, back here." Came the slightly mumbled, definitely sleepy, but somehow still bright reply from somewhere back in the gloom. As Amalia approaches, she'll find Remi pouring over various books, sketches all around of the blight, and absolutely no discernible pattern to the alchemist's chaos.
beats in time with yours
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.
