REMI
the lullaby
I wear this crown of thorns
Upon my liar's chair
Upon my liar's chair
The alchemist raises a brow as his words are lobbed back at him, and Remi is all the more tempted to thicken his accent just to prevent the man from being able to do it again. But, he supposes he is right. Ruffling a hand through his curls as the beginning of a contrite smile tugs at his lips, Remi snorts and fixes Locke with a pale stare. "Well, I would not want to lie to you right off the bat." He replies with a crooked grin.
Sinking down into the chair, Remi looks at the cards on the table and then back up at Locke. "What are we playing?" He wonders, pulling the cards toward his edge of the table but not flipping them or looking at them. It might be one of those games where you weren't meant to look at your cards right away.
"I'm Remi, by the way." He offers, a slight flush dusting his cheeks as he looks up across the table. 'Sorry for interrupting...before." Remi adds with an unsteady smile.
Sinking down into the chair, Remi looks at the cards on the table and then back up at Locke. "What are we playing?" He wonders, pulling the cards toward his edge of the table but not flipping them or looking at them. It might be one of those games where you weren't meant to look at your cards right away.
"I'm Remi, by the way." He offers, a slight flush dusting his cheeks as he looks up across the table. 'Sorry for interrupting...before." Remi adds with an unsteady smile.
Full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair
I cannot repair
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.
