we are like birds of a feather, we are two hearts thrown together
Perched on Ronin's shoulder like some incredibly powerful accessory that the Huntsman might activate at any moment, Remi presses his beak against the scruff of his husband's cheek and lets out a low trill. Balloons? That is sure to get us noticed. He trills, not sounding at all displeased at the idea of intentionally attracting danger in one of the most dangerous places on the entire continent.
You did really well in there. Remi adds after a moment, as he adjusts himself on Ronin's shoulder. I think maybe I understand more about why Cian was such an asshole. It wasn't an excuse—The Eye had absolutely got what was coming to him and the alchemist felt no pity—but already he could see the weight of responsibility starting to take its toll on Ronin, who was arguably far better of a man than Cian ever had been.
You did really well in there. Remi adds after a moment, as he adjusts himself on Ronin's shoulder. I think maybe I understand more about why Cian was such an asshole. It wasn't an excuse—The Eye had absolutely got what was coming to him and the alchemist felt no pity—but already he could see the weight of responsibility starting to take its toll on Ronin, who was arguably far better of a man than Cian ever had been.
THE ALCHEMIST
we will be forever as one, my brother under the sun
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.
