lay a whisper on my pillow, leave the winter on the ground
"It happened again." The Alchemist replies in a dull voice. It could mean any number of things, given the lives he and Ronin have led. So he points at the wine glass left out for Ianto as he would do, if he was going to use magic to bring it near. Precisely nothing happens.
Remi wrinkles his nose unhappily at this description, fixing his husband with a disturbed sort of stare. "I wouldn't have thought...given that Luxere are these serene-looking creatures of light.." In his minds-eye he sees a herd of bloody white luxere, braying and stomping their feet in misery. "You'll always be a proud and prancing Luxere to me." Remi says with boyish affection, leaning against Ronin. "Is there anything I can do?"
Remi wrinkles his nose unhappily at this description, fixing his husband with a disturbed sort of stare. "I wouldn't have thought...given that Luxere are these serene-looking creatures of light.." In his minds-eye he sees a herd of bloody white luxere, braying and stomping their feet in misery. "You'll always be a proud and prancing Luxere to me." Remi says with boyish affection, leaning against Ronin. "Is there anything I can do?"
THE ALCHEMIST
i wake up lonely, this air of silence, in the bedroom and all around
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.
