REMI
the alchemist
What good are hands
if there's nothing that they hold
if there's nothing that they hold
Remi snorts at that, nodding. "Food is the Dark Star's one true weakness." He says with a prophetic and ominous nod, before leaning forward with his brows raised conspiratorially. "If you really want to get under his skin, ask him what he thinks about crabs. If he's ever screamed girlishly and kicked one before." With a half-wink, Remi grins as he leans back against the arm of the couch.
Exhaling in such a way as to make his cheeks puff out slightly, Remi reaches up to ruffle a hand through his still-drying curls. "I would put you to sleep, and then enter into your dreams." He explains. "While in a dream we can do whatever you like, or not. It is one of the ways Ronin and I kept in contact with one another while we were apart." Remi adds with a smile that dimples his cheeks. "But that is all. Once I have been in your dreams once, I can visit anytime you are asleep. And if I do, I can send myself wherever you are. Unfortunately..." With a sheepish crinkle of his nose, Remi huffs out an amused laugh. "..I always wake up naked. Which is one of the reasons I thought of you. A man waking up naked here might not be as alarming as it is for others."
Rolling his wrist slightly, the alchemist smiles warmly at the Madame. "And if there is anything you want to do in a dream, you need only ask." The world could be exactly as she wished it, to live out vendetta's, to experience old memories, to find reprieve which might be hard to come by when awake.
"You should know...I could lock you away forever." Unhappiness drag's Remi's smile away as he looks, guiltily almost, down at his hands. 'All the things I can do...ultimately it is all for one purpose.' He wouldn't, but then, Remi had done any number of things in his life thus far he once thought he'd never do. A monster he might be, but the best he could do now was never to let anyone be ignorant of what he really was.
Exhaling in such a way as to make his cheeks puff out slightly, Remi reaches up to ruffle a hand through his still-drying curls. "I would put you to sleep, and then enter into your dreams." He explains. "While in a dream we can do whatever you like, or not. It is one of the ways Ronin and I kept in contact with one another while we were apart." Remi adds with a smile that dimples his cheeks. "But that is all. Once I have been in your dreams once, I can visit anytime you are asleep. And if I do, I can send myself wherever you are. Unfortunately..." With a sheepish crinkle of his nose, Remi huffs out an amused laugh. "..I always wake up naked. Which is one of the reasons I thought of you. A man waking up naked here might not be as alarming as it is for others."
Rolling his wrist slightly, the alchemist smiles warmly at the Madame. "And if there is anything you want to do in a dream, you need only ask." The world could be exactly as she wished it, to live out vendetta's, to experience old memories, to find reprieve which might be hard to come by when awake.
"You should know...I could lock you away forever." Unhappiness drag's Remi's smile away as he looks, guiltily almost, down at his hands. 'All the things I can do...ultimately it is all for one purpose.' He wouldn't, but then, Remi had done any number of things in his life thus far he once thought he'd never do. A monster he might be, but the best he could do now was never to let anyone be ignorant of what he really was.
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.
