aúsi, nos paramas // & still we stand
Remi was trying not to read into things. It wasn't a thing he liked to do anymore, not that he'd ever been particularly good at it. Still, he couldn't help but hear something between the words the cartographer was saying. The way a mind infers the depths of a mountain range from a few lines on a map.
"Would you still want me then, if things were different?" The feather continues its slow twirl between the Alchemist's fingers despite the heaviness of his question. What he'd heard from Sam were...a bunch of roundabout way of not saying much. Or at least, not saying the thing Remi thought they were talking about.
Turning to look at Sam now, feeling it cowardly to continue to stare at the feather based on what he'd just asked, the Alchemist lets his eyes softly scan a face that he's now come to know impossible well for the second time. Pale eyelashes over blue eyes, a smattering of freckles madeworse better by Sam's increased sun resistance, lips seeming to constantly move with words never articulated.
"Would you still want me then, if things were different?" The feather continues its slow twirl between the Alchemist's fingers despite the heaviness of his question. What he'd heard from Sam were...a bunch of roundabout way of not saying much. Or at least, not saying the thing Remi thought they were talking about.
Turning to look at Sam now, feeling it cowardly to continue to stare at the feather based on what he'd just asked, the Alchemist lets his eyes softly scan a face that he's now come to know impossible well for the second time. Pale eyelashes over blue eyes, a smattering of freckles made
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.
