all this time i was finding myself & i didn't know? i was lost
The alchemist listened with a wary sort of optimism. "I did, yes." Remi agreed, wanting to sigh out his unhappiness but finding the breath stalling in his throat as he gazed at his dirt-smeared counterpart. "You have—" He mumbled, nearly reaching out to wipe it away. "Oh nevermind. So much for what I said of you staying clean." The alchemist added with an amused shake of his and a far too adoring look in his eye.
"Catch up? Vi is a god. Of life. They are all meant to be...well, masters of everything." So Remi thought, anyways. "Why not have sent the snow early. Why not just erase the blight? Why flowers?." Glaring down at the rose in his hand, Remi bit the inside of his lip hard enough that the tears prickling the back of his eyes might have been from pain as much as sadness.
"Catch up? Vi is a god. Of life. They are all meant to be...well, masters of everything." So Remi thought, anyways. "Why not have sent the snow early. Why not just erase the blight? Why flowers?." Glaring down at the rose in his hand, Remi bit the inside of his lip hard enough that the tears prickling the back of his eyes might have been from pain as much as sadness.
THE
ALCHEMIST
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.
