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
"I didn't say you couldn't be up here, just that it potentially cuts down the amount of life you have to live. Like I said before, if you can't rapidly heal, a fall from here will kill you." Remi shrugged. Seren wasn't his; if she died, it wasn't his issue (only it was, in a roundabout way of course). "Were I you, I might work on avoiding dangerous situations until you're strong enough to best them."
Glancing at the offered flower, the gesture so sweet and innocent, the alchemist couldn't help the way his stomach painfully tensed and how his heart flopped. Shaking his head, throat suddenly tight, he coughed. "You keep it." He muttered gruffly when he could.
'No, that's a tattoo.' Remi replied. "We would paint with things we found: jam, flowers, wine. Whatever Aoife liked the colour of. Usually, we'd use the walls as a canvas." Because why not: Aoife's happiness was all that mattered and Remi cared very little for order and tidiness.
Glancing at the offered flower, the gesture so sweet and innocent, the alchemist couldn't help the way his stomach painfully tensed and how his heart flopped. Shaking his head, throat suddenly tight, he coughed. "You keep it." He muttered gruffly when he could.
'No, that's a tattoo.' Remi replied. "We would paint with things we found: jam, flowers, wine. Whatever Aoife liked the colour of. Usually, we'd use the walls as a canvas." Because why not: Aoife's happiness was all that mattered and Remi cared very little for order and tidiness.
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.
