the tightrope that i'm walking just sways and ties,
the devil as he's talking with those angel's eyes
the devil as he's talking with those angel's eyes
Remi's body moves stiffly beneath Finn's fingers. His broad shoulders move as they are shaken, but no life sparks in the Alchemist's unshaven face. In a moment or so Remi will thank Finn for not throwing up on him. As it is, approaching to see someone hunched over his body, and then turning to throw up next to it, causes the Alchemist to pause. With a thoughtful expression despite his furrowed brows, Remi pulls in a silent ghostly breath. Part of him can't help but want to slip inside Finn's skull and give him something to properly be frightened about, but the urge passes.
He is trying not to be so unkind, to be better. And though this iteration of him is new to it, he's fairly sure letting someone think he's dead isn't on the right side of the line.
Slipping back into his body, Remi's eyes open as he stifles the urge to sharply inhale. Instead sipping small breaths of air, the Alchemist reaches out to steady the Spyglass's shoulder. "I'm not dead." He says in a dry and dusty voice, before sitting up abruptly lest he chokes on his own tongue which has gone shockingly dry.
He is trying not to be so unkind, to be better. And though this iteration of him is new to it, he's fairly sure letting someone think he's dead isn't on the right side of the line.
Slipping back into his body, Remi's eyes open as he stifles the urge to sharply inhale. Instead sipping small breaths of air, the Alchemist reaches out to steady the Spyglass's shoulder. "I'm not dead." He says in a dry and dusty voice, before sitting up abruptly lest he chokes on his own tongue which has gone shockingly dry.
THE ALCHEMIST
but i just want to be there when the lightning strikes
& the saints go marching in
& the saints go marching in
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.
