now there's a space too wide
Remi couldn't help but laugh slightly under his breath. It seemed a very Sam sort of thing, to find whimsy in reading the words that someone else had years before. That sort of whimsical nostalgia suited the bookmaker and for just a moment it made Remi's heart warm slightly until another thought took hold.
Did Sam read his own writing with such fondness? The pages of his diary? Did the bookmaker find something romantic in being told of his past through his own voice?
Did part of him like how things had turned out?
Swallowing down the strange storm of emotions, Remi smiled and took a step back to give Sam room. "It is your ladder. You can do as you wish with it." The alchemist said with a shrug. Glancing up as Sam mentioned the feather, Remi's eyes moved over it for just a moment as he considered.
He supposed it was possible he had given Sam a feather. But golden? Why would that be?
"I...do not remember." He admitted sadly, trying to smile at the bookmaker and finding it strange to see him at eye level. "I might have...but." With a gentle shrug, Remi bit down on the words why don't you check your diaries that prickled on his tongue. For a brief moment the feather in his hand began to turn gold, bits of colour spiraling up from his fingertips before the alchemist abruptly halted the transformation, suddenly uncertain of what it was he was doing, and why.
Did Sam read his own writing with such fondness? The pages of his diary? Did the bookmaker find something romantic in being told of his past through his own voice?
Did part of him like how things had turned out?
Swallowing down the strange storm of emotions, Remi smiled and took a step back to give Sam room. "It is your ladder. You can do as you wish with it." The alchemist said with a shrug. Glancing up as Sam mentioned the feather, Remi's eyes moved over it for just a moment as he considered.
He supposed it was possible he had given Sam a feather. But golden? Why would that be?
"I...do not remember." He admitted sadly, trying to smile at the bookmaker and finding it strange to see him at eye level. "I might have...but." With a gentle shrug, Remi bit down on the words why don't you check your diaries that prickled on his tongue. For a brief moment the feather in his hand began to turn gold, bits of colour spiraling up from his fingertips before the alchemist abruptly halted the transformation, suddenly uncertain of what it was he was doing, and why.
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.
