i'll never be that me again
"Well, the fact that the quills were always filled with ink, for one." Remi replied easily. "And yes, I was often covered in charcoal. Call it one of my many charms."
Pushing himself into a standing position, albeit quite lazily, Remi strode over to see what it was the petite fae might have. He grinned wolfishly at her use of humans, but also the jab at their stupidity. The lichen was also a hilarious touch. Her other two offerings were just as quaint, and Remi found himself nodding with both surprise and appreciation.
Clapping his hands with a slow sarcastic rhythm, he folded his arms and leaned roguishly against the side of the wagon. "My, my. Someone came prepared. Alright then, what sort of weapon are you thinking of? A hair pin that grows into a sword? False eyelashes that can stun? Shoes that always find that oh-so delicate place between a man's legs?"
Pushing himself into a standing position, albeit quite lazily, Remi strode over to see what it was the petite fae might have. He grinned wolfishly at her use of humans, but also the jab at their stupidity. The lichen was also a hilarious touch. Her other two offerings were just as quaint, and Remi found himself nodding with both surprise and appreciation.
Clapping his hands with a slow sarcastic rhythm, he folded his arms and leaned roguishly against the side of the wagon. "My, my. Someone came prepared. Alright then, what sort of weapon are you thinking of? A hair pin that grows into a sword? False eyelashes that can stun? Shoes that always find that oh-so delicate place between a man's legs?"
THE
ALCHEMIST
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.
