wild in the silence; no way to make it right
His call isn't answered, or at least, not intentionally. The cough is enough to make the alchemist smile despite the way his stomach drops again to hear it. So small and hollow sounding, yet carrying all the raspiness of an infection that had likely festered and rooted itself in the boy's lungs.
"Ahh, bad time for a cough, huh?" Remi says, spying the boy now that the sound of his cough rang like a beacon. Leaning down in the grasses, his shoulder against the boulder, the alchemist smiles and shrugs. 'Pretty good spot, though." He admits with a nod, trying not to look at the small smear of blood staining the boy's lips.
'Would you like to see a magic trick?'
"Ahh, bad time for a cough, huh?" Remi says, spying the boy now that the sound of his cough rang like a beacon. Leaning down in the grasses, his shoulder against the boulder, the alchemist smiles and shrugs. 'Pretty good spot, though." He admits with a nod, trying not to look at the small smear of blood staining the boy's lips.
'Would you like to see a magic trick?'
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.
