our hands they seek the end of afternoons
Unlike Oliver who seems perhaps a bit nervous around the much larger man, as Sunjata strips out of his jacket the alchemist merely gives him a low chuckle. "I can see why she likes you." He noted slyly, sea-glass eyes roaming towards the dark etchings of feathers poking out through the sleeve-less material.
Puttering away in the kitchen using a mixture of magic and mundane means, water started to boil and three large mugs appeared with a hand-crafted concoction of tea within. Turning, the alchemist leaned against the door-frame with his arms casually crossed. {asy}"All there is to know, mm?" He hummed with a grin, a brow softly raised. "Yes there are..." Squinting, he gave Sunjata a look. "6? 7? Does the Voice count? Does Caido count?" He asked the larger man with a bit of a baffled shrug. "Definitely 6." Remi concluded with a flustered laugh, ruffling a hand through his curls.
How did he know? Oh, all the curses. The threats of death. How one (2?) had raised his husband from the dead. Subtle clues.
"Mmm, all sorts of strange things lurk about." The alchemist said with another casual shrug. "Normally they stay far enough away but not always. It is why Ronin started this guild." Turning to get the tea, Remi didn't hear the question about his magic, though surely Sunjata would recognize it for what it was.
Reemerging with three steaming mugs, two held in his hands and one floating at his side, he placed the two down before the two men before grabbing his own out of the air.
Puttering away in the kitchen using a mixture of magic and mundane means, water started to boil and three large mugs appeared with a hand-crafted concoction of tea within. Turning, the alchemist leaned against the door-frame with his arms casually crossed. {asy}"All there is to know, mm?" He hummed with a grin, a brow softly raised. "Yes there are..." Squinting, he gave Sunjata a look. "6? 7? Does the Voice count? Does Caido count?" He asked the larger man with a bit of a baffled shrug. "Definitely 6." Remi concluded with a flustered laugh, ruffling a hand through his curls.
How did he know? Oh, all the curses. The threats of death. How one (2?) had raised his husband from the dead. Subtle clues.
"Mmm, all sorts of strange things lurk about." The alchemist said with another casual shrug. "Normally they stay far enough away but not always. It is why Ronin started this guild." Turning to get the tea, Remi didn't hear the question about his magic, though surely Sunjata would recognize it for what it was.
Reemerging with three steaming mugs, two held in his hands and one floating at his side, he placed the two down before the two men before grabbing his own out of the air.
my hands believe and move over you
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.
