aúsi, nos paramas // & still we stand
The alchemist barely felt the hand on his shoulder, so intensely focused was his shattered stare on the door before him. And so as it opened Roana would be met with a fiercely pointed stare from Remi as his muscles coiled and the hungry shifts inside of his soul tried to force themselves forward. With a brief glance to the boys behind her, Remi's gaze refocused on Roana as his jaw tightened.
Raising his hand, the blade of a scythe appeared within. Surely Roana would not need more of an explanation than that, not with Amalia with him. "Perhaps your boys can find somewhere else to play." He suggested in a low voice, free of its normal warmth and boyish cheer. Somewhere far away, wherever he was, Ronin would feel his husband's heart hammering out a frantic rhythm against his finger. Roana had known it was Remi all along, and she had said nothing. She had escaped instead of speaking with him, had done whatever it was she'd been doing all this time while Sam hid in a room in the guildhall, fearful and panicked.
Raising his hand, the blade of a scythe appeared within. Surely Roana would not need more of an explanation than that, not with Amalia with him. "Perhaps your boys can find somewhere else to play." He suggested in a low voice, free of its normal warmth and boyish cheer. Somewhere far away, wherever he was, Ronin would feel his husband's heart hammering out a frantic rhythm against his finger. Roana had known it was Remi all along, and she had said nothing. She had escaped instead of speaking with him, had done whatever it was she'd been doing all this time while Sam hid in a room in the guildhall, fearful and panicked.
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.
