i've seen fire & i've seen rain.
i've seen sunny days that i thought would never end
i've seen sunny days that i thought would never end
There is almost no kindness left in the alchemist. The cockles of his heart have cooled now like so much volcanic stone; porous but hard. And yet as his trembling fingers reach out to wrap the cloth more snugly around Aoife, magic sparks from his fingers, transmuting the cloth around her to one that bears their family's odd insignia of stars and dragons.
He reaches for words but finds them utterly lacking. Perhaps though, her fathers' silence is the most appropriate eulogy that they could give.
Do it.
Lips curling in a snarl, Remi places the kindling into the fire, pulling his hand back only when the flames have caught and the hair on his wrist begins to singe.
He reaches for words but finds them utterly lacking. Perhaps though, her fathers' silence is the most appropriate eulogy that they could give.
Do it.
Lips curling in a snarl, Remi places the kindling into the fire, pulling his hand back only when the flames have caught and the hair on his wrist begins to singe.
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.
