you trace my lines, stirring my soul
"Death." Remi whispers unironically with a nod. The context and colour of his emotions doesn't change, which is perhaps the most concerning part if only because it speaks to just how quickly he would turn on someone in favour of his husband.
"Oh yes, because it would not be like Safrin at all to try and ruin the plans of a god like Frey." Remi counters with a slight tilt of his head. 'If she could stop the consequences, why does she not do that for Torchline then? Maeve is just—" as under her thumb as you, Remi considers saying, but instead opts for: "—as loyal to Safrin as you."
Swallowing back some snarky retort, Remi pulls in a deep breath and turns his gaze towards the ceiling. "Gods, that is true, isn't it." He murmurs on the exhale, remembering (distantly) a time when the same could be said about him. 'I do have a bad feeling about this though. A shrine that no one knows where it came from? One of the deities expanding their reach?'
"Oh yes, because it would not be like Safrin at all to try and ruin the plans of a god like Frey." Remi counters with a slight tilt of his head. 'If she could stop the consequences, why does she not do that for Torchline then? Maeve is just—" as under her thumb as you, Remi considers saying, but instead opts for: "—as loyal to Safrin as you."
Swallowing back some snarky retort, Remi pulls in a deep breath and turns his gaze towards the ceiling. "Gods, that is true, isn't it." He murmurs on the exhale, remembering (distantly) a time when the same could be said about him. 'I do have a bad feeling about this though. A shrine that no one knows where it came from? One of the deities expanding their reach?'
THE ALCHEMIST
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.
