all this time i was finding myself & i didn't know? i was lost
The tea was of Remi's own devising. Once he hadn't been sure if magically-created ingredients would taste the same, but as it turned out, they worked just fine. Letting them steep individually in the cups, Remi grabbed both to follow the fox into the greatroom with a nod.
Handing Ianto the cup with the fox on it, the alchemist paused. For a moment his expression crumpled, souring, as he frowned at his friend. The urge to say something dismissive and sulky about Ronin being cured weighted heavily on the alchemist's tongue. Swallowing it down with considerable effort, Remi tugged in a breath as he went to sit by the fire.
"I...suppose I did not realize how close I was to giving up." He admitted with a painful laugh.
Handing Ianto the cup with the fox on it, the alchemist paused. For a moment his expression crumpled, souring, as he frowned at his friend. The urge to say something dismissive and sulky about Ronin being cured weighted heavily on the alchemist's tongue. Swallowing it down with considerable effort, Remi tugged in a breath as he went to sit by the fire.
"I...suppose I did not realize how close I was to giving up." He admitted with a painful laugh.
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.
