i've got a river for a soul
Remi listened with his unique brand of cherub-like patience; brows furrowed slightly, eyes gentle, and lips crooked. He frowned slightly not knowing where Peter's jealousy was supposed to have stemmed from (surely not from him, given Zariah had nearly killed him twice), but nodding softly along as the man spoke.
"Zariah...I think we all did things we are not proud of in her presence." Long ago Remi thought that the once-queen had magic that let her do this. He never had the chance to check nor did he particularly want it.
"Launceleyn apologies are rare." He added with a chuckle. "I am happy to accept yours. No hard feelings." So saying he extended his hand for the other man to shake, were he so inclined. If so, he'd find the alchemist's hands strong and calloused, but still relatively soft all things considered.
"Zariah...I think we all did things we are not proud of in her presence." Long ago Remi thought that the once-queen had magic that let her do this. He never had the chance to check nor did he particularly want it.
"Launceleyn apologies are rare." He added with a chuckle. "I am happy to accept yours. No hard feelings." So saying he extended his hand for the other man to shake, were he so inclined. If so, he'd find the alchemist's hands strong and calloused, but still relatively soft all things considered.
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.
