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
"No? Is there someone else who does that?" Remi wonders, not sure if he's kidding or not. With the way the Order is structured, he wouldn't be surprised if there was someone in charge of kicking the 'heroes' out of bed in the morning. "Shame. I'm rather good at conflict these days." The Alchemist mutters, seemingly picking up on Finn's self-deprecating tone and turning it on himself.
It should have been harder than it was to accept Finn's hand, but easier as well. Caught in the middle and feeling all the worse for it, Remi tries not to acknowledge any of the many things his mind is waywardly noting as the Alchemist's hand meets its unrecognizable twin. As soon as he's on his feet his fingers loosening before he finds himself turning away from the Spyglass, the hand previously in his now clenched into a fist. Remi glares at the tree as if meaning to punch it before his fist relaxes and he sighs heavily. It felt like it would be an insult to tell Finn he's sorry, and so the words just lingering heavily on his tongue as he raps his knuckles against the tree's bark. "I don't know what I was thinking." Remi mumbles again, lamely.
"You said it exactly how I needed to hear it." The Alchemist says, turning away from the tree and wiping a few beads of blood off on his pants. "No, I'm...here to see Delphia about a murder, actually."
It should have been harder than it was to accept Finn's hand, but easier as well. Caught in the middle and feeling all the worse for it, Remi tries not to acknowledge any of the many things his mind is waywardly noting as the Alchemist's hand meets its unrecognizable twin. As soon as he's on his feet his fingers loosening before he finds himself turning away from the Spyglass, the hand previously in his now clenched into a fist. Remi glares at the tree as if meaning to punch it before his fist relaxes and he sighs heavily. It felt like it would be an insult to tell Finn he's sorry, and so the words just lingering heavily on his tongue as he raps his knuckles against the tree's bark. "I don't know what I was thinking." Remi mumbles again, lamely.
"You said it exactly how I needed to hear it." The Alchemist says, turning away from the tree and wiping a few beads of blood off on his pants. "No, I'm...here to see Delphia about a murder, actually."
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.
