that's the thing about pain // it demands to be felt
That...was not at all who Remi thought would be knocking at his door. Putting down the parchment he'd just been pouring over—lists for LongNight—Remi rose and padded towards the door. Pulling it up and quickly trying to usher the new-attuned into the house lest they let all the warm air out and cold air in, Remi would give the taller man a quizzical, but pleased sort of look.
"News?" The alchemist repeated, folding his arms casually across his chest and letting his head tilt slightly to the side in a decidedly avian gesture. He couldn't fathom what news Jata would come here to tell Remi. Anything Phoebe-related would be left to the midwife, and...well. There was really nothing in-common between them. So Remi thought, anyways.
"News?" The alchemist repeated, folding his arms casually across his chest and letting his head tilt slightly to the side in a decidedly avian gesture. He couldn't fathom what news Jata would come here to tell Remi. Anything Phoebe-related would be left to the midwife, and...well. There was really nothing in-common between them. So Remi thought, anyways.
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.
