he said "i bet you don't remember me"
"Well, there you go." Remi says as if current-Finn's approval of animals solidified the picture of him the Alchemist was painting in other worlds. Snorting a bit under his breath, Remi can only nod. "It does get quite warm. But there's always the ocean to run into to cool down." Ruffling a hand through his curls, Remi can't help but shoot a sideways grin towards the Spyglass. "I suppose you're already quite good with nudity." Because hell, if you can't laugh about your trauma, what was the point of sharing it.
The Alchemist can't help but feel both wildly amused at how close Finn's guesses were to the truth, and slightly hostile to the idea he might be so easily read. But then, Finn was his twin from another life, so perhaps his surprise is misplaced. "Definitely a houseboat. I've actually thought about making one a time or two. Before being sent to Torchline I'd started working on a magical wagon to travel around in. Which, since there was no ocean back near the Hollowed Grounds, was as close to a houseboat as one can get, being land-locked." The Alchemist explains, taking a seat near the end of the dock and letting his feet swing precariously close to the water below.
'I'd be up before the sun to start work. It would be all mindless, though every now and then someone would throw a fish in my face if I lost myself in thought. I'd come home early afternoon...play with my daughter.." Aoife still being alive in this other lifetime, of course. "..do crafts and experiments until dinner.." As the imagery became too real and painful, the Alchemist clears his throat, taking a large bite of his breakfast so that he might choke on that, rather than memories of what could have been.
The Alchemist can't help but feel both wildly amused at how close Finn's guesses were to the truth, and slightly hostile to the idea he might be so easily read. But then, Finn was his twin from another life, so perhaps his surprise is misplaced. "Definitely a houseboat. I've actually thought about making one a time or two. Before being sent to Torchline I'd started working on a magical wagon to travel around in. Which, since there was no ocean back near the Hollowed Grounds, was as close to a houseboat as one can get, being land-locked." The Alchemist explains, taking a seat near the end of the dock and letting his feet swing precariously close to the water below.
'I'd be up before the sun to start work. It would be all mindless, though every now and then someone would throw a fish in my face if I lost myself in thought. I'd come home early afternoon...play with my daughter.." Aoife still being alive in this other lifetime, of course. "..do crafts and experiments until dinner.." As the imagery became too real and painful, the Alchemist clears his throat, taking a large bite of his breakfast so that he might choke on that, rather than memories of what could have been.
THE ALCHEMIST
and i said, "only every other memory".
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.
