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
The alchemist only shrugged at that. "Your mouth certainly wasn't broken the last time, so I'm not sure why you didn't mention it." Literally everyone else had: Sunjata, Phoebe, Maea.
As Oliver continued to speak, Remi clenched his jaw and closed his eyes, trying to will away the feeling of annoyance that had come over him. Finding it not abating whatsoever, he thrust the machete into the side of the tree and turned to face his fellow hybrid. "What are you doing, Oliver? Trying to make idle conversation? Have you ever stopped to consider that maybe all the things you want, to know about the item, to make amends, to have a nice little chat, are not things that I want? I'm not the man you met in the streets all those months ago. I lost my daughter and nearly lost my husband." Remi's sea-glass eyes were weary, his expression tired. "I don't have time for your questions about rocks or things taken from my shop. I don't care to tell you what I've been up to, or what I've done with my new life."
The things Oliver cared about were so very, very detached from the world Remi lived in. First kisses, curses from Frey, hair-dye, clothing, and Safrin's pendant. Remi's world was one where he murdered sailors for Ludo, where his husband almost-sort-of-not-really cheated on him with a goddess, and where Ludo dangled both hope and his demise constantly before him.
As Oliver continued to speak, Remi clenched his jaw and closed his eyes, trying to will away the feeling of annoyance that had come over him. Finding it not abating whatsoever, he thrust the machete into the side of the tree and turned to face his fellow hybrid. "What are you doing, Oliver? Trying to make idle conversation? Have you ever stopped to consider that maybe all the things you want, to know about the item, to make amends, to have a nice little chat, are not things that I want? I'm not the man you met in the streets all those months ago. I lost my daughter and nearly lost my husband." Remi's sea-glass eyes were weary, his expression tired. "I don't have time for your questions about rocks or things taken from my shop. I don't care to tell you what I've been up to, or what I've done with my new life."
The things Oliver cared about were so very, very detached from the world Remi lived in. First kisses, curses from Frey, hair-dye, clothing, and Safrin's pendant. Remi's world was one where he murdered sailors for Ludo, where his husband almost-sort-of-not-really cheated on him with a goddess, and where Ludo dangled both hope and his demise constantly before him.
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.
