never claimed to be a saint

REMI

the alchemist

What good are hands
if there's nothing that they hold

With a surprised but not unhappy smile, Remi gestures vaguely to the paint he's covered with, notes Seren's lack of concern, before drawing her against him. 'An invasion?' He wonders, chuckling against the top of her head. 'Well if it comes with cake and gifts, I surrender.' Pulling back that he might spy the final offering Seren had mentioned, he was treated to her dragonling knocking a small glass vial off one of the shelves where it shattered, immediately releasing something that smelled like lilac and faintly glowed. "Do not worry about that." Remi calls with a casual shrug.

It wasn't like Mateo wasn't breaking things in here all the time.

"Ah...I...do not believe they are. Ronin is at an Order meeting  about everything that happened in Torchline recently, and Mateo is at school." Watching, utterly amused to see Seren trying and wrangle her dragon, Remi folds his arms comfortably across his chest. "Just me I am afraid."

And what good are hearts
if you bury them all alone?

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!