REMI
the alchemist
What good are hands
if there's nothing that they hold
if there's nothing that they hold
"Oh the wagon, is it?" Remi chuckled, flushing slightly as he stood. 'Well, you'll have to be gentle with me. I fought Sunjata earlier today." He explained, tugging up his shirt to reveal a dazzling array of purples and blues that scattered up the side of his ribs. "Who knew drinking and fighting could be so therapeutic?" Well, Ronin and Sunjata clearly did, and now Remi did as well.
Knowing Ronin would ask what the fight had been about, the Alchemist offered his husband a bashful look. "Given Sunjata's position as Arbiter, I thought it wise to consult him before committing any murders. Turns out he's in agreement that no one would miss a certain Launceleyn should he go missing. I think he talked me out of it, but Ronin.." Head tilted as if the weight of his thoughts was a tangible thing, Remi shook his head. "I never want to see his face again."
Knowing Ronin would ask what the fight had been about, the Alchemist offered his husband a bashful look. "Given Sunjata's position as Arbiter, I thought it wise to consult him before committing any murders. Turns out he's in agreement that no one would miss a certain Launceleyn should he go missing. I think he talked me out of it, but Ronin.." Head tilted as if the weight of his thoughts was a tangible thing, Remi shook his head. "I never want to see his face again."
And what good are hearts
if you bury them all alone?
if you bury them all alone?
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.
