aúsi, nos paramas // & still we stand
Remi watched Sam avoiding him, the profile of his face all too familiar to the Alchemist now. The spaces not filled in by words, but instead by pregnant pauses and held breaths (not that Sam needed to breathe of course), made Remi frown slightly, but not out of anger. Simply out of a lack of understanding.
"I'm sure I had a hand to play in our failing." Remi remarked, his voice low and his lips dry. Creating a feather and absent-mindedly spinning it between his fingers, he swallowed hard. Flinching ever so slightly as Sam laughed, the sound surprising enough to draw the Alchemist's gaze, he frowned again, eyes trained on the fabric of the chair. "...you thought this time spent together, would be just as wonderful?" Remi asked, trying to finish the cartographer's sentence with slow uncertainty.
"I'm sure I had a hand to play in our failing." Remi remarked, his voice low and his lips dry. Creating a feather and absent-mindedly spinning it between his fingers, he swallowed hard. Flinching ever so slightly as Sam laughed, the sound surprising enough to draw the Alchemist's gaze, he frowned again, eyes trained on the fabric of the chair. "...you thought this time spent together, would be just as wonderful?" Remi asked, trying to finish the cartographer's sentence with slow uncertainty.
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.
