now there's a space too wide
"Maybe not." The alchemist agreed with a slight but gentle nod. "But I would still not see you be hurt. Not if there was something I could do." Remi replied in a low but gentle and melodically accented tone.
With a soft boyish sort of ease in the way Remi's eyebrows furrowed as he watched Sam climb and then turn to sit, Remi's gaze shifted back and forth from one of Sam's eyes to the other, to his nose, freckled cheeks, lips and—
—as Sam mentioned the diaries, the alchemist looked down and away, his gaze unfocused on one of the shelves of books. The colours of the volumes blurred and swayed as mental images danced and took the place of reality before his eyes. The alchemist very much wanted to bite at his nails or wedge his hands in his pocket or perhaps simply to leave. He could feel the way his emotions subtly tugged at his features, his lips twitching with unsaid words, his eyebrows moving with expressions that accompanied the silent response he was holding back as he stared somewhere around Sam's knees as the bookmaker sat perched on the ladder.
Instead of doing any of those things though, a feather simply appeared in his palm, and dexterously Remi spun it between the fingers that moments ago had been in Sam's, as he nodded.
"You are welcome." He replied finally in a low voice, bereft of any sort of emotion.
Pressing against the corner of one eyebrow and taking a steadying breath, Remi tried on a smile as he looked up. "Well. I interrupted you. I will let you get back to your work."
With a soft boyish sort of ease in the way Remi's eyebrows furrowed as he watched Sam climb and then turn to sit, Remi's gaze shifted back and forth from one of Sam's eyes to the other, to his nose, freckled cheeks, lips and—
—as Sam mentioned the diaries, the alchemist looked down and away, his gaze unfocused on one of the shelves of books. The colours of the volumes blurred and swayed as mental images danced and took the place of reality before his eyes. The alchemist very much wanted to bite at his nails or wedge his hands in his pocket or perhaps simply to leave. He could feel the way his emotions subtly tugged at his features, his lips twitching with unsaid words, his eyebrows moving with expressions that accompanied the silent response he was holding back as he stared somewhere around Sam's knees as the bookmaker sat perched on the ladder.
Instead of doing any of those things though, a feather simply appeared in his palm, and dexterously Remi spun it between the fingers that moments ago had been in Sam's, as he nodded.
"You are welcome." He replied finally in a low voice, bereft of any sort of emotion.
Pressing against the corner of one eyebrow and taking a steadying breath, Remi tried on a smile as he looked up. "Well. I interrupted you. I will let you get back to your work."
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.
