sometimes love is all that can save us, sometimes love can kill a man
Remi shot the former-duke a skeptical look as if to say, have you gotten used to it? He thought not, but regardless, this wasn't what the alchemist wanted. He didn't want a life of herosism. He didn't want to vote on kings and queens in secret basements, didn't want to be digging tunnels to free political prisoners, didn't want to rescue, plot, or continuous lay down his life for others. He wanted his quiet workshop, the build things that made people smile and be known simply as the alchemist who would make you some stars for your ceiling, should you ask him.
"Used to it, maybe. But I do not think I will ever like it." He said with a shrug, following Loren to the door but not bothering to grab his jacket.
"Rabbit?" Remi asked, breathing in a chilly breath and squinting into the wintery-bright light. "You know, pale, thin, and flighty like you?" He said with a crooked smile, raising a brow to try and gauge the summoner's temper.
"Used to it, maybe. But I do not think I will ever like it." He said with a shrug, following Loren to the door but not bothering to grab his jacket.
"Rabbit?" Remi asked, breathing in a chilly breath and squinting into the wintery-bright light. "You know, pale, thin, and flighty like you?" He said with a crooked smile, raising a brow to try and gauge the summoner's temper.
sometimes love is a soft touch, or a line drawn in the sand
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.
