when the heart of this wide-eyed wanderer
Feathers had appeared in his curls in abundance, but they would be soft downy feathers beneath the midwife's fingers. No matter how much she soothed, still they appeared as the alchemist silently fret. "No but...Feelings like this..I am not sure they ever go away." He whispered, his words a confusing mixture of guilt and reluctant admission. Whether or not he wanted to, he would always love Loren. Would always be on the verge of being in love with Loren. Whether that was simply because Loren had been his first love, or an artifact of what it was to be loved by the alchemist, Remi didn't rightly know. Not that it mattered.
"I am not sure there is closure, from something like this. We...did talk about things. He explained why he left and..I suppose it was nice to know that it was not for someone else."
That part of your life is over... The words made Remi feel cold and horribly alone. Not because Phoebe was wrong, but because she was right and he knew that she was.
"I am not sure there is closure, from something like this. We...did talk about things. He explained why he left and..I suppose it was nice to know that it was not for someone else."
That part of your life is over... The words made Remi feel cold and horribly alone. Not because Phoebe was wrong, but because she was right and he knew that she was.
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.
