sometimes love is all that can save us, sometimes love can kill a man
His thoughts of the bard still coloured by their months-gone-by argument, Remi folded his hands between his knees and tried not to let his fingers clench into the fist that desperately wanted to form. "Sam—" He said, accented-voice strained as he glanced across towards the coppery-haired man. Remi's pale stare was narrowed, concerned, worried. "You know you do not have to do anything you do not want. It does not matter if you are part of a guild, if you are the strongest..." Gently the alchemist's lips twitched upwards into a sad smile as he looked back down into his hands. "You can always say no."
The question only received a shake of Remi's curls. "No...not yet. I do not think that will last though." He added a touch ominously.
The question only received a shake of Remi's curls. "No...not yet. I do not think that will last though." He added a touch ominously.
sometimes love is a soft touch, or a line drawn in the sand
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.
