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
His jawline is like stone, that's how hard he's clenching his jaw, but he does let her redirect his stare. Searching her dark eyes, eventually, Remi nods. "But only her." He whispers, and in that moment it's possible Amalia is the first one to hear that sentiment. Ronin and Remi hadn't really discussed whether they'd try and add to their family; the wounds had been too raw. But even now, with emotional scars finally healing, the alchemist knew he couldn't bear it.
Perhaps thinking along the same lines, or simply feeling it through the attuned bond, Remi can only shrug. They all indeed are reckless and likely none of them deserves anyone's full trust anymore. "It isn't for me to decide." It was for Ronin, but...that hardly meant Seren would listen.
"Why are you here?" Remi asked, brow raised as a passerby in the market bumped against his shoulder. With a low growl in the back of his throat and a glare cast towards the offending silhouette wandering down the crowded street, he turned back to Amalia.
Perhaps thinking along the same lines, or simply feeling it through the attuned bond, Remi can only shrug. They all indeed are reckless and likely none of them deserves anyone's full trust anymore. "It isn't for me to decide." It was for Ronin, but...that hardly meant Seren would listen.
"Why are you here?" Remi asked, brow raised as a passerby in the market bumped against his shoulder. With a low growl in the back of his throat and a glare cast towards the offending silhouette wandering down the crowded street, he turned back to Amalia.
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.
