REMI
the alchemist
& my heart ran away with me
Remi's boyish naivety shines across his face as he tilts his head. ????/ His look all but screams, as he frowns and tries to understand. "I just mean...well.." Pausing and staring down at the wood grain of the table, his eyes moving back and forth as if reading something there, eventually, he exhales sharply and looks up. "Does it not matter if it's all in her head?" Which, he means literally.
Thoughts of Phoebe have him all but gulping, she being like some virginal sister in his mind despite her relationship to Frey. Raza has him growing cold, and thoughts of Amalia have him pulling a face. He immediately shakes his head. "No. Phebe is...She's like a sister to me. Raza...I think she'd feel like hugging a back of sticks. And...Ronin has already slept with Amalia."
Blinking at the witch, Remi frowns and shakes his head. "No, we're just..." Biting the inside of his lip, he makes his thinking very hard face. "We are going to dress up, but I thought that was just for fun."
Thoughts of Phoebe have him all but gulping, she being like some virginal sister in his mind despite her relationship to Frey. Raza has him growing cold, and thoughts of Amalia have him pulling a face. He immediately shakes his head. "No. Phebe is...She's like a sister to me. Raza...I think she'd feel like hugging a back of sticks. And...Ronin has already slept with Amalia."
Blinking at the witch, Remi frowns and shakes his head. "No, we're just..." Biting the inside of his lip, he makes his thinking very hard face. "We are going to dress up, but I thought that was just for fun."
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.
