REMI
the alchemist
What good are hands
if there's nothing that they hold
if there's nothing that they hold
"So again I ask, if the ascended of the Grounds do not care about their Overseer's leadership, what is the point of it?" Remi argues back, not willing to let this point go. Even if he had it all wrong, with the water around Ronin having turned an ugly red from his wounds, Remi was more than happy to lay blame at Isla's feet.
"Sure, sure." Remi agrees, wrapping his arms around Ronin. Lifting the Huntsman was laughably easy in a way that probably made the pair look absurd had anyone been around to see them. Encouraging Ronin's legs around his waist, Remi reaches out to tug on the doorknob before grumbling into Ronin's chest as a wall of cold air hits them. "That is always my least favourite part." He says, of the different air temperatures.
Stretching out a tentacle to pull back the covers and sheets, Remi gently lays the Huntsman into bed. 'Need anything else before I join you?'
"Sure, sure." Remi agrees, wrapping his arms around Ronin. Lifting the Huntsman was laughably easy in a way that probably made the pair look absurd had anyone been around to see them. Encouraging Ronin's legs around his waist, Remi reaches out to tug on the doorknob before grumbling into Ronin's chest as a wall of cold air hits them. "That is always my least favourite part." He says, of the different air temperatures.
Stretching out a tentacle to pull back the covers and sheets, Remi gently lays the Huntsman into bed. 'Need anything else before I join you?'
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.
