REMI
the alchemist
What good are hands
if there's nothing that they hold
if there's nothing that they hold
'Well, then what's the point of telling me to tell you when I am?" Remi asks as he laughs, trying to tame his curls by combing them with his fingers. He's only mostly successful in this. Luckily for the alchemist, complicated feelings about Isla aside (and that one time with Rexanna), he's never felt anything for any woman he's been with or near, no matter how compromising the situation (precisely like the one he'd been in, with only a thin stretch of fabric between Ama's thighs and his needy morning erection).
"Mmm?" Remi glances down as if he had actually missed something when he was getting dressed, only to find his arms suddenly full of Amalia. Snorting into her uncombed hair, the alchemist returns the gesture, grinning into her shoulder.
"Excuse me, I would like the muffins I requested." He retorts haughtily once his arms have released her.
"Mmm?" Remi glances down as if he had actually missed something when he was getting dressed, only to find his arms suddenly full of Amalia. Snorting into her uncombed hair, the alchemist returns the gesture, grinning into her shoulder.
"Excuse me, I would like the muffins I requested." He retorts haughtily once his arms have released her.
And what good are hearts
if you bury them all alone?
if you bury them all alone?
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.
