our hands they seek the end of afternoons
“By no means do you have to.” Remi said with a boyish smile, wanting to ensure that he didn’t unnecessarily transfer the weight of obligation he felt, to Deimos. In truth though, to hear the Sword say for now was a monumental relief. Though Remi had always wanted a shop for himself, he realized quite quickly that he was not cut out for any sort of leadership.
Sighing ever so slightly, Remi let his fingers trial onto the bench before him as a thoughtful smile spread across his face. “Honestly? I just want a life that I am in control of. My whole life so far has not been that. As a commoner and a shapechanger I was at the very bottom of any sort of social ladder. There was little I could do without permission. And now..?” The alchemist’s cheeks rounded and were quickly dimpled with adoration for his husband and his daughter. “With Ronin and Aoife...I feel as if the world will never be enough, for all I wish to do with them.”
It was naive and boyish, but that was Remi all over, and the blush on his cheeks only further served to reinforce that gentle ideal.
Sighing ever so slightly, Remi let his fingers trial onto the bench before him as a thoughtful smile spread across his face. “Honestly? I just want a life that I am in control of. My whole life so far has not been that. As a commoner and a shapechanger I was at the very bottom of any sort of social ladder. There was little I could do without permission. And now..?” The alchemist’s cheeks rounded and were quickly dimpled with adoration for his husband and his daughter. “With Ronin and Aoife...I feel as if the world will never be enough, for all I wish to do with them.”
It was naive and boyish, but that was Remi all over, and the blush on his cheeks only further served to reinforce that gentle ideal.
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.
