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
"It's called a geyser." The alchemist informed the other hybrid with an almost bored and distracted tone. As Oliver worked out what he was or wasn't going to do, the alchemist continued to collect bits of volcanic rock for his samples.
The question made him pause for a moment, sea-flecked eyes focused on the greyish rocks before him as he ran a hand up the side of his unshaven cheek. Briefly he considered saying something sarcastic. In the end he simply carved out another chunk of rock and nodded. "Yep." The sunniness and joy that was usually writ into his features was gone; there was no mirth or boyish intrigue in his eyes or in his posture.
The question made him pause for a moment, sea-flecked eyes focused on the greyish rocks before him as he ran a hand up the side of his unshaven cheek. Briefly he considered saying something sarcastic. In the end he simply carved out another chunk of rock and nodded. "Yep." The sunniness and joy that was usually writ into his features was gone; there was no mirth or boyish intrigue in his eyes or in his posture.
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.
