REMI
the alchemist
What good are hands
if there's nothing that they hold
if there's nothing that they hold
Remi indeed stays as he's silently instructed to. He looks as out of place in a brothel as ever despite now having a body that would otherwise suggest he'd make an easy living working in one. "Mm, I was, yes." He agrees with a boyish laugh, his shirt clinging to his broad shoulders as he shrugs. 'How did I do?' He wonders, reaching out for the towel and instantly trying to dab off the wettest parts of his clothing so that he doesn't leave tracks throughout the halls.
"Oh...I just needed somewhere to pass the time." It's true, though not the full story. That can wait until they are behind closed doors. Besides, better that it sound to any ears listening that the alchemist is here to try again with the Madame.
"Well, weather is better there than here, I can tell you that much." He calls, helping himself to the bathroom. He doesn't bother to close the door—Maeve has already seen him naked in intimate detail—though he does wrap the towel around his hips when he's finished. Hanging his clothes over the railing where they might dry, soon the alchemist joins her in the kitchenette.
'As for Ronin...I will know more in a few hours.' Looking down at the ring on his hand, the alchemist can feel the thunderous pulse of his husband's heartbeat. What that means even he can't guess at just now, but the alchemist's grave tone suggests it probably isn't good.
"Oh...I just needed somewhere to pass the time." It's true, though not the full story. That can wait until they are behind closed doors. Besides, better that it sound to any ears listening that the alchemist is here to try again with the Madame.
"Well, weather is better there than here, I can tell you that much." He calls, helping himself to the bathroom. He doesn't bother to close the door—Maeve has already seen him naked in intimate detail—though he does wrap the towel around his hips when he's finished. Hanging his clothes over the railing where they might dry, soon the alchemist joins her in the kitchenette.
'As for Ronin...I will know more in a few hours.' Looking down at the ring on his hand, the alchemist can feel the thunderous pulse of his husband's heartbeat. What that means even he can't guess at just now, but the alchemist's grave tone suggests it probably isn't good.
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.
