that's the thing about pain // it demands to be felt
For a moment Remi doesn't have it in him to speak. No, he wants to laugh, but his throat has closed so tightly that he can do little more than beam up at the Star. Tears well in his eyes, and then trickle instantly down his cheeks as he exhales a strangled sound that he tries to keep quiet lest he upset the babe in his arms. Eventually, after many failed attempts, Remi wipes one of his cheeks against his shoulder and holds Mateo out for Ronin to take.
"He's quite real. And we're quite awake." Remi manages, laughing unsteadily. Having to continually take quick sips of air to stop himself from expelling his joy all at once, the alchemist lets the tears that roll down his cheeks continue to do so, not bothering to stop them now.
"Ronin. We have a son."
"He's quite real. And we're quite awake." Remi manages, laughing unsteadily. Having to continually take quick sips of air to stop himself from expelling his joy all at once, the alchemist lets the tears that roll down his cheeks continue to do so, not bothering to stop them now.
"Ronin. We have a son."
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.
