that's the thing about pain // it demands to be felt
"I'm not so sure." Remi admits through incredibly dry lips. "It's better right now if I'm weaker...Can you imagine trying this even a week ago?" When Remi's body was still full of fight when he might have leaped from the cloud and gone gods knew where? Swallowing hard, the alchemist can't help but feel he's in an impossible position. The chance to feel better is impossibly alluring. But knowing that he'll just be back where he is in a week? Worse off, perhaps? It's hard to stomach.
His lips part but the laugh which leaves him is hollow and small. "You don't even own a suit. I'm fairly certain I tore apart the one you wore to our wedding." Remi reminds the huntsman, before raising a brow. "What were the dates like for you, back in Northaven? Were they all banquets and exquisite balls?"
His lips part but the laugh which leaves him is hollow and small. "You don't even own a suit. I'm fairly certain I tore apart the one you wore to our wedding." Remi reminds the huntsman, before raising a brow. "What were the dates like for you, back in Northaven? Were they all banquets and exquisite balls?"
THE
ALCHEMIST
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.
