REMI
the alchemist
What good are hands
if there's nothing that they hold
if there's nothing that they hold
"mmmm?" Remi's hum is musical, emanating from somewhere behind the staircase that twirled into the upper level. Poking his head out in time to see Seren place a number of things down onto the counter, the alchemist blinks to himself wondering if he'd forgotten about plans that Ronin said he'd made with his daughter.
Emerging, Remi wipes some blue paint from his hands with a cloth that was likely adding more colour onto his palms than it was taking away. "Hallo Seren." He sings out warmly. Long gone are the days of keeping the girl at arm's length. She was not his daughter, but that didn't mean he didn't care about her. Once the line was clearly drawn between Aoife and Seren, the alchemist found it rather easy to love Ronin's second daughter; her mother notwithstanding.
"What brings you by?"
Emerging, Remi wipes some blue paint from his hands with a cloth that was likely adding more colour onto his palms than it was taking away. "Hallo Seren." He sings out warmly. Long gone are the days of keeping the girl at arm's length. She was not his daughter, but that didn't mean he didn't care about her. Once the line was clearly drawn between Aoife and Seren, the alchemist found it rather easy to love Ronin's second daughter; her mother notwithstanding.
"What brings you by?"
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.
