wild in the silence; no way to make it right
"Okay, well next time you go into the jungle, make sure to pack a saddle, alright?" He says, voice full of warmth even as the world is drowned by the monsoons around them.
All he has left. Once upon a time, when Remi was younger and shinier, his smile would have faltered. His eyes would have instantly teared up and he'd not have had the heart to keep up this pretense. Now, broken and glued back together, his smile holds easily despite how his stomach clenches. "Alright. What's his name?" He asks, moving to position himself over her as if preparing to reach beneath her shoulders to lift her.
All he has left. Once upon a time, when Remi was younger and shinier, his smile would have faltered. His eyes would have instantly teared up and he'd not have had the heart to keep up this pretense. Now, broken and glued back together, his smile holds easily despite how his stomach clenches. "Alright. What's his name?" He asks, moving to position himself over her as if preparing to reach beneath her shoulders to lift her.
THE ALCHEMIST
i’ve been chasin the storm of a lovesick lonely lie
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.
