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
"Oh, is that how memory works?" Remi retorts looking softly triumphant as he raises a brow. He has noticed Finn's restless blue gaze, attributing it as much to his social awkwardness as to an interest for this new part of the world. He doesn't take it personally and nor does he wish for those stormy blues to linger upon him any more than is necessary. They seem to invite a sort of magnetism from deep within his stomach that ignites feelings he'd prefer to remain dormant.
"No, that's certainly true." The Alchemist agrees with a decisive nod. Some scars are much more than skin deep, and despite whatever he and Loren once thought about them, they'd never healed despite the Launceleyn's magical intervention.
"And if they..happened to break..?" Hot on the heels of having just admitted his folly in thinking magical items with the ability to bind could just be gotten rid of, Remi glances towards the Spyglass wondering what his future might be like sans spectacles.
"No, that's certainly true." The Alchemist agrees with a decisive nod. Some scars are much more than skin deep, and despite whatever he and Loren once thought about them, they'd never healed despite the Launceleyn's magical intervention.
"And if they..happened to break..?" Hot on the heels of having just admitted his folly in thinking magical items with the ability to bind could just be gotten rid of, Remi glances towards the Spyglass wondering what his future might be like sans spectacles.
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.
