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
"And here I thought I knew everything about alchemy." Remi tutted in reply.
Tilting his head around with comical slowness, Remi firmly locked his arms across his chest as he shot his husband a look, following him over to peer inside the wagon. For a moment his expression was unreadable. He had spent countless hours and all those 11 magical-item slots creating a wagon whose every inch was sculpted with them in mind. Tapping one of the interior cabinets and tilting his head as if to listen for some audible quality of the craftmanship hidden in the echo, Remi turned back to Ronin with a broad smile.
To hell with his wagon.
This was perfect.
"It'll do." He said coyly at first, before beaming at his husband. It was cramped and stolen and smelled of any number of things; just like when Remi was a boy. "Now.." Running his fingers along the boards of the wagon and biting his lip, he glanced over his shoulder at Ronin. "Who are we, here? Traveling merchants? Sell-swords?" He grinned. "The commoner and the once-king is a bit cliche, don't you think?"
Tilting his head around with comical slowness, Remi firmly locked his arms across his chest as he shot his husband a look, following him over to peer inside the wagon. For a moment his expression was unreadable. He had spent countless hours and all those 11 magical-item slots creating a wagon whose every inch was sculpted with them in mind. Tapping one of the interior cabinets and tilting his head as if to listen for some audible quality of the craftmanship hidden in the echo, Remi turned back to Ronin with a broad smile.
To hell with his wagon.
This was perfect.
"It'll do." He said coyly at first, before beaming at his husband. It was cramped and stolen and smelled of any number of things; just like when Remi was a boy. "Now.." Running his fingers along the boards of the wagon and biting his lip, he glanced over his shoulder at Ronin. "Who are we, here? Traveling merchants? Sell-swords?" He grinned. "The commoner and the once-king is a bit cliche, don't you think?"
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.
