REMI
the alchemist
What good are hands
if there's nothing that they hold
if there's nothing that they hold
"But you had said you hadn't seen her for months?" Remi shakes his head immediately, not wanting to start an argument. "Dramatic as their past was together...Torchline will not care." The same way they wouldn't care that the strange arrival of his father is likely what halted progress on the monsoon preparations.
"Okay." Remi says with a nod. "I cannot build anything that lasts anymore, or else I would try and help." The rug he'd made the afternoon they'd spent together, even clothing he occasionally wore. It was all memory magic, and, just like memories did, they all faded. "But if you write, you will find me next to you just as soon as you go to sleep, alright?" Something told him that she wouldn't though, that Maeve and the Halenani would try and weather the storm on their own.
"Okay." Remi says with a nod. "I cannot build anything that lasts anymore, or else I would try and help." The rug he'd made the afternoon they'd spent together, even clothing he occasionally wore. It was all memory magic, and, just like memories did, they all faded. "But if you write, you will find me next to you just as soon as you go to sleep, alright?" Something told him that she wouldn't though, that Maeve and the Halenani would try and weather the storm on their own.
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.
