now there's a space too wide
"Careful—" Remi called suddenly. He had noticed Sam shuffling by, and then had spent several moments trying very to hard to stop noticing him. But of course that was all but impossible, and so not for the first time in his life, the alchemist was in a library trying very hard to notice a librarian-of-sorts with whom he'd been involved. Remi had told Sam the truth when he said he did not want to know him. It was too painful after what the bookmaker had done, to willingly put his heart—or even his friendship—back on the line. But that did not mean that the alchemist had stopped caring, that he had stopped noticing or thinking about the man who had caused him so much pain.
And so as Sam began to wobble, the alchemist dropped (literally) what he was doing and rushed forward. With an arm outstretched as if he meant to grab at Sam's waist to steady him, Remi's fingers stopped as if he'd hit an invisible wall, finger tips ghosting near the fabric of Sam's shirt.
And so as Sam began to wobble, the alchemist dropped (literally) what he was doing and rushed forward. With an arm outstretched as if he meant to grab at Sam's waist to steady him, Remi's fingers stopped as if he'd hit an invisible wall, finger tips ghosting near the fabric of Sam's shirt.
that's left us with wondering eyes
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.