REMI
the alchemist
there's a feeling i get when i look to the west,
& my spirit is crying for leaving.
& my spirit is crying for leaving.
'Ah,' The alchemist closes one eye in a near-wink that makes him look roguish and boyish all at once. 'There is still time.'
Raising a brow at her flowery prose, Remi dips his head in a nod, submitting to her wit. "A pretty face and tongue." He notes, resisting the urge to absently rub at the scarring over his chest. "Well, I think you would find I am more pathway than anything else these days." Remi says with a suggestive shrug. "I can't imagine it would be an interesting place for you to find yourself..." It's rather easy to flirt with Hotaru, Remi is finding. Though perhaps this will cease to be the case in the moments which follow, when he learns just whose pathways her slender fingers have walked.
'To places I never thought I would see him go.' The alchemist replies in a tone gone quite grave, his jaw feathering as he tries to keep from grating his teeth around the words. "I hate her." The reply comes easily and swiftly; Remi's sea-glass stare doesn't waver at all as his chin rises slightly. "And I love him." Filled with conviction and the knowledge that his love for the Star was likely to kill him one day (literally perhaps, given the constraints of Remi's immortality), the alchemist merely shakes his head a singular time.
"Ronin was not given a choice. Not really." He swallows, tasting the ursur's blood still on his tongue, and wonders what grief and rage looked like on Hotaru's beautiful face. "But that does not make it any easier."
Raising a brow at her flowery prose, Remi dips his head in a nod, submitting to her wit. "A pretty face and tongue." He notes, resisting the urge to absently rub at the scarring over his chest. "Well, I think you would find I am more pathway than anything else these days." Remi says with a suggestive shrug. "I can't imagine it would be an interesting place for you to find yourself..." It's rather easy to flirt with Hotaru, Remi is finding. Though perhaps this will cease to be the case in the moments which follow, when he learns just whose pathways her slender fingers have walked.
'To places I never thought I would see him go.' The alchemist replies in a tone gone quite grave, his jaw feathering as he tries to keep from grating his teeth around the words. "I hate her." The reply comes easily and swiftly; Remi's sea-glass stare doesn't waver at all as his chin rises slightly. "And I love him." Filled with conviction and the knowledge that his love for the Star was likely to kill him one day (literally perhaps, given the constraints of Remi's immortality), the alchemist merely shakes his head a singular time.
"Ronin was not given a choice. Not really." He swallows, tasting the ursur's blood still on his tongue, and wonders what grief and rage looked like on Hotaru's beautiful face. "But that does not make it any easier."
in my thoughts I have seen rings of smoke through the trees
& the voices of those who stand looking.
& the voices of those who stand looking.
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.
