REMI
the alchemist
there's a feeling i get when i look to the west,
& my spirit is crying for leaving.
& my spirit is crying for leaving.
"Well, I vote you." Remi said, his lips teasingly close to Ronin's. "I've already mourned you. It's your turn. I expect quite a bit of fanfare and dramatics." The Alchemist added with a grin.
'Oh?' Remi pulled back, his brow arched in mischievous defiance. "Is that just because you know you'll lose?" He teased. Though in truth, he'd not fight Ronin either. The gods could make all the demands they wanted, as could their friends, but there was nothing in the world worth fighting his husband over. Not anymore.
'Oh?' Remi pulled back, his brow arched in mischievous defiance. "Is that just because you know you'll lose?" He teased. Though in truth, he'd not fight Ronin either. The gods could make all the demands they wanted, as could their friends, but there was nothing in the world worth fighting his husband over. Not anymore.
in my thoughts I have seen rings of smoke through the trees
& the voices of those who stand looking.
& the voices of those who stand looking.
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.
