whatcha gotta lose?

REMI

the alchemist

What good are hands
if there's nothing that they hold

The Alchemist had absolutely been expecting this visit, but still he plastered on a look of surprise as he swept open the large door. When he'd become a physically intimidating figure, he had no idea. But as he crossed his arms casually over his chest causing the muscles there to flex subtly, the scars across his throat clear as he raised his chin, the Alchemist looked not at all like the sopping wet curly-haired man Vai had once rescued from the forests of Northaven.

Quickly Remi's look of stern surprise broke upon seeing Felix, who was literally the spitting image of Devrum. "Gods." He whispered, sea-glass stare turning towards Vai. He'd not know the bear as a young man, but looking at Felix he thought he had a pretty good idea of what he might have looked like.

"Well." Remi said, exhaling with a grin. "I hope he got your brain, seeing as he got Dev's looks."

And what good are hearts
if you bury them all alone?

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!