REMI
the alchemist
What good are hands
if there's nothing that they hold
if there's nothing that they hold
As Sam turned, both men feeling the pulse of the same awkward melancholy thick in the air, the Alchemist raised his eyes to Sam's as if the bookmaker for once, might know the way forward through all of this. And amazingly, he did.
"I would like that." Remi agreed with a small smile. "Though perhaps we could skip stones on the ocean...I'm a bit off tea, just now." As naive as the thought of opening a tea house with Ianto had been and still was, Remi couldn't help but want to turn away from anything that reminded him of that broken sliver of his past.
'Perhaps once the Inn is taken care of, we can meet up again. If there is anything else you need before then, you need only ask."
"I would like that." Remi agreed with a small smile. "Though perhaps we could skip stones on the ocean...I'm a bit off tea, just now." As naive as the thought of opening a tea house with Ianto had been and still was, Remi couldn't help but want to turn away from anything that reminded him of that broken sliver of his past.
'Perhaps once the Inn is taken care of, we can meet up again. If there is anything else you need before then, you need only ask."
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.
