Remi gave his friend a skeptical look as they made their way into the back of his shop. "This sounds horrifically barbaric, I will have you know." He began, putting on his best affectatious attitude of being offended. "I do understand the general idea ... but surely we can improve upon it? What if..." Getting out his sketch book, Remi began making quick and sweeping lines on the page with a stick of charcoal. He indeed draw something which was glass, but it was round instead of bottle shaped. "Easier to throw." He murmured as he went. Instead of a clothe, he drew a wick, and instead of merely cramming it in, he put a small stopper at the top. Яemi I'm holding on to all the pieces of my heart's debris, until it's time I'll pull it together and fix myself eventually & know it's mine |
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.