aúsi, nos paramas // & still we stand
"I thought you'd stopped doing that." Remi said in a low voice, almost unconsciously. His eyes fell on Sam's hands, endlessly wringing his fingers again and again. He half expected the man to start tugging at his hair or curling his knees up to his chest as that was how his anxiety once had progressed. Such wasn't Remi's problem now, and if he gave himself a moment to think about it, he'd wonder why he even mentioned it at all.
"Killed, I think." Remi answered honestly, despite the shock his words were likely to bring. "We received an ascended's feet in a box, with a letter. I am contacting the other leaders but...I believe they received similar packages."
Raising a brow as Sam mentioned Zeph getting into it, he shook his head. "No, no..I...was asking if you were alone." He clarified, perhaps a touch awkwardly. Sighing and running a hand through his curls before folding his arm back across his chest, the Alchemist's gaze drifted to Sam's desk and the various sketches thereupon.
"Cartography?"
"Killed, I think." Remi answered honestly, despite the shock his words were likely to bring. "We received an ascended's feet in a box, with a letter. I am contacting the other leaders but...I believe they received similar packages."
Raising a brow as Sam mentioned Zeph getting into it, he shook his head. "No, no..I...was asking if you were alone." He clarified, perhaps a touch awkwardly. Sighing and running a hand through his curls before folding his arm back across his chest, the Alchemist's gaze drifted to Sam's desk and the various sketches thereupon.
"Cartography?"
THE
ALCHEMIST
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.
