REMI
the alchemist
What good are hands
if there's nothing that they hold
if there's nothing that they hold
'What does that have to do with the Tower? Or..." He's about to say or Edrei? when he realizes that it doesn't matter. Snorting bitterly, he burries his nose into Ronin's hair, clenching and unclenching his jaw as if to punctuate his thoughts.
Looking down at Ronin's hand, just as pink as a newborn baby, Remi hisses in breath. Reaching out for it he lets his lips whisper across the burned surface, wanting to press a kiss there but knowing the agony it would cause. "I suppose you have not looked in the mirror, lately." He remarks with inappropriate amusement. The lines from Wessex's eyes were sure to leave very interesting scars there should the Huntsman allow them to remain, and had Remi known what Superheros were, he'd undoubtedly have called Ronin one.
"That is alright. There is only one pair of blue eyes that I care about." Remi replies with a soft shrug. 'Where is he now? Did he explode too?"
Looking down at Ronin's hand, just as pink as a newborn baby, Remi hisses in breath. Reaching out for it he lets his lips whisper across the burned surface, wanting to press a kiss there but knowing the agony it would cause. "I suppose you have not looked in the mirror, lately." He remarks with inappropriate amusement. The lines from Wessex's eyes were sure to leave very interesting scars there should the Huntsman allow them to remain, and had Remi known what Superheros were, he'd undoubtedly have called Ronin one.
"That is alright. There is only one pair of blue eyes that I care about." Remi replies with a soft shrug. 'Where is he now? Did he explode too?"
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.
