all this time i was finding myself & i didn't know? i was lost
"Oh is luck what you call it?" Remi shot back with a skeptical grin, though he supposed there was an element of truth to it. Perhaps it was luck that brought the fox into town just when the alchemist needed a friend the most. And though Ianto's friendship was still tainted with memories of desire and the nearest thing to love Remi had experienced other than Ronin (that he remembered anyways), still the fox offered a genuineness that no one else in the alchemist's life was really capable of.
"When you say it like that, we sound as though we are living out some strange fable." Remi noted, sipping at his tea as well. "And though all they loved were dying, still the hawk and the fox planted their roses. It had a sort of bleak romanticism about it. If only Remi knew whether it was a fable meant to reinforce hope and faith, or to point out just how stupid people could be in the face of death.
"When you say it like that, we sound as though we are living out some strange fable." Remi noted, sipping at his tea as well. "And though all they loved were dying, still the hawk and the fox planted their roses. It had a sort of bleak romanticism about it. If only Remi knew whether it was a fable meant to reinforce hope and faith, or to point out just how stupid people could be in the face of death.
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.
