Secret Keeper

remi Took a fall from a windy height, I only knew how to hold on tight & pray for love enough to last all night Remi was not alright at all, but he was okay. He was managing. He was...in a sea of unfeeling, tethered to a boat of memory. He’d probably be fine. Or he wouldn’t. Time would tell. Time had in fact told, only Remi hadn’t heard what it had to say yet. And so, as the bell tinkled of the door of his shop, Remi stiffened from behind the counter. The various berries used in the creation of launceleyn-blue had been discarded. Why had it been so important to recreate the blue of Loren’s eyes? The man possessed it after all, why had Remi been striving so hard to recreate it in paint? The idea seemed so silly now. Glancing up, he spied the pretty blonde, though the sight of her hardened the alchemist’s heart and caused an appropriately sad expression to gently crease his otherwise boyish and happy face. “Just Remi will do, I think.” He corrected, his melodically accented voice sailing across the small space. As a commoner and a shapeshifter at that (so lower than low) even being called Mr was a bit much. Still, it was good to see Phoebe. Though he’d already found her once closer to the ending of the incident (not that she knew it, of course), it still did Remi’s heart good to see her out and about. “I do not believe we have ever been formally introduced.” Remi said, skirting around the counter and extended a well-calloused and strong hand towards the pretty midwife. She had delivered Delphine’s children after all, and for that, her description had been burned into his memory.