hope keeps us breathing, just to kill us in the end
Focused too much on Ianto's reluctant agreement, Remi all but misses the signs of Fiadh's imminent departure. Hissing in a breath and moving too slowly to catch the girl, a curse leaves the alchemist's lips with a relieved flourish as the redhead pops up, no worse for wear.
"They are quite hardy, in my experience." Remi says meaning for the advice to be said quite chipperly, but finding the ending soured by memories of Aoife's death in his arms. Swallowing hard around the sudden burst of ice-shaped melancholy in his throat, the alchemist tries to steer his thoughts out of the past and toward the future plans being made.
"Listen," Remi begins to protest, but finds himself utterly lacking any sort of worthy excuses. "She can wear something of Mateo. I think she is a bit taller than he is, but we can make something fit."
Nudging the merchant's shoulder, the alchemist chuckles under his breath. "Oh no, she is going to be much worse than you ever were my friend." Remi hums menacingly. "With those freckles and eyes?" Tsking under his breath the alchemist shakes his head. "It is a good thing your wagon is as good at staying hidden as it is. Even so I expect a hoard of boys and girls will be following that one around."
"They are quite hardy, in my experience." Remi says meaning for the advice to be said quite chipperly, but finding the ending soured by memories of Aoife's death in his arms. Swallowing hard around the sudden burst of ice-shaped melancholy in his throat, the alchemist tries to steer his thoughts out of the past and toward the future plans being made.
"Listen," Remi begins to protest, but finds himself utterly lacking any sort of worthy excuses. "She can wear something of Mateo. I think she is a bit taller than he is, but we can make something fit."
Nudging the merchant's shoulder, the alchemist chuckles under his breath. "Oh no, she is going to be much worse than you ever were my friend." Remi hums menacingly. "With those freckles and eyes?" Tsking under his breath the alchemist shakes his head. "It is a good thing your wagon is as good at staying hidden as it is. Even so I expect a hoard of boys and girls will be following that one around."
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.
