walked out this morning and i wrote down this song.
i just can't remember who to send it to
i just can't remember who to send it to
Despite passionate shower and floor sexcapades, the love Remi had once had for his husband had been soft and fertile. It had been yielding and kind, selfless and devoted. Now, baptised in blood, Remi's love is a hardened and grasping thing, selfish and voracious; so too is his desire for the hunter. But we'll get to that soon enough.
Indeed Remi did take his time, glancing lazily down the beach and just able to make out a rather ruddy-faced man bellowing all sorts of obscene things as he shambled awkwardly down the path. "He seems to have a limp." The alchemist observed mildly, hauling himself into the wagon. "Shame he hasn't a wagon to make the going easier. Ahh well. I had hoped for a quieter breakfast. If you would." Nodding at the mare, as if all of this was mere happenstance and not at all a casual getaway, the alchemist rested his feet upon the boards (barefoot now), utterly relaxed in the sun.
Indeed Remi did take his time, glancing lazily down the beach and just able to make out a rather ruddy-faced man bellowing all sorts of obscene things as he shambled awkwardly down the path. "He seems to have a limp." The alchemist observed mildly, hauling himself into the wagon. "Shame he hasn't a wagon to make the going easier. Ahh well. I had hoped for a quieter breakfast. If you would." Nodding at the mare, as if all of this was mere happenstance and not at all a casual getaway, the alchemist rested his feet upon the boards (barefoot now), utterly relaxed in the sun.
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.
