REMI
the alchemist
'Grazie mille, Mateo.' The Lullaby calls after his son, inhaling deeply and trying to simply imagine away the heat on his cheeks as his eyes remain fixed on the botanist's receding form.
'Colorato è una parola per questo.' Remi replies to Isla without thinking, before clearing his throat and offering his head the sort of shake that suggests whatever he'd just said wasn't worth repeating. "We are yes, and.." With a sly smile, the Lullaby tilts his head at an even slyer angle. "Does Mateo strike you as the sort of man who has ever wanted for a bed...?" It wasn't to call his son a whore, though Mateo likely wouldn't have taken issue with the word, moreso that the botanist's network of friends and associates was so deep that likely the hardest part of all of this would be figuring out some way of sorting through all of his options.
"Come on, we had better go before there are any more rumours."
'Colorato è una parola per questo.' Remi replies to Isla without thinking, before clearing his throat and offering his head the sort of shake that suggests whatever he'd just said wasn't worth repeating. "We are yes, and.." With a sly smile, the Lullaby tilts his head at an even slyer angle. "Does Mateo strike you as the sort of man who has ever wanted for a bed...?" It wasn't to call his son a whore, though Mateo likely wouldn't have taken issue with the word, moreso that the botanist's network of friends and associates was so deep that likely the hardest part of all of this would be figuring out some way of sorting through all of his options.
"Come on, we had better go before there are any more rumours."
i'm holding onto the pieces of my heart's debris
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.
