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 gods don't. Rocks don't." Remi pointed out with an unhelpful shrug. 'Lasting forever and dying aren't the same." He added to her pseudo-philosophical view of objects persisting through time. Then again the alchemist was not very philosophically-minded, so the aptness of all of this was rather lost on him.
One of the blossoms seemed to grow hands and a face. It reached out, grabbing at her fingers as she softly stroked the petals. "Maybe. I've no idea at all the sorts of ways demigods go about attaining their abilities." Indeed, Ronin had now taken the lead when it came to new powers between the two of them.
One of the blossoms seemed to grow hands and a face. It reached out, grabbing at her fingers as she softly stroked the petals. "Maybe. I've no idea at all the sorts of ways demigods go about attaining their abilities." Indeed, Ronin had now taken the lead when it came to new powers between the two of them.
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.
