the house that built me

'By strangely, do you mean..not at all sometimes?" The alchemist replied, a brow raised as he looked at the wooden disk moving nimbly across Jigano's knuckles. A similar wooden disk appeared in Remi's hand, before rising and spinning slowly above his palm. "I cannot make things magical anymore." The alchemist said faintly, trying not to sound disappointed in this fact. He'd had so very very little for so much of his life, that he felt like an arrogant and entitled child for feeling so deeply the loss of his abilities. Still, he couldn't say that it hadn't affected him. 'They trade mostly in promises and favours to be called in when convenient." The alchemist said with a shrug. "But don't worry. Where one magic has failed, another has...grown, I suppose." So saying, Remi snagged a few glasses from behind the bar with a bit of magic. Holding a finger above each, wine of all things began to pour from his fingertip. remi Too long till I drown in your hands