REMI
Remi watches her for a moment, taking in the way she hesitates before asking her question, the way her curiosity is edged with something heavier. There’s weight behind it, not just idle interest but something deeper, something that means more than a passing conversation. He recognizes the shape of it—the way people look at him when they think he might hold the answers they’re searching for, especially when it comes to death.
His fingers flex slightly at his sides before he exhales, slow and steady. "Mort isn’t the sort of god most people expect him to be," he begins, his voice quieter now, as if speaking of the god of death demands something softer. "He isn’t cold. He isn’t cruel. He’s... warm. Steady. The kind of presence that makes you feel like you’re home, even when everything else is falling apart."
His seaglass gaze flickers over Alys, measuring her reaction before he continues. "He loves the souls that pass through his halls. Loves them in a way that isn’t possessive, that isn’t about keeping or hoarding. He understands that love doesn’t end when someone dies, that it lingers, that it carries on in the people left behind." Remi’s lips twitch, something close to a smile but weighted with memory.
"Originally I was Ludo's demigod, but it was Mort who took me in when I could no longer do what it was Ludo needed of me." That he'd been able to bear it at all was something in and of itself, though it had certainly left more than a few marks.
"You've lost someone recently, I take it?" It's the reason most come to him, after all; to hear a message left by a loved one, to ask to see them again, to ask whether or not he thought they were happy with Mort.
His fingers flex slightly at his sides before he exhales, slow and steady. "Mort isn’t the sort of god most people expect him to be," he begins, his voice quieter now, as if speaking of the god of death demands something softer. "He isn’t cold. He isn’t cruel. He’s... warm. Steady. The kind of presence that makes you feel like you’re home, even when everything else is falling apart."
His seaglass gaze flickers over Alys, measuring her reaction before he continues. "He loves the souls that pass through his halls. Loves them in a way that isn’t possessive, that isn’t about keeping or hoarding. He understands that love doesn’t end when someone dies, that it lingers, that it carries on in the people left behind." Remi’s lips twitch, something close to a smile but weighted with memory.
"Originally I was Ludo's demigod, but it was Mort who took me in when I could no longer do what it was Ludo needed of me." That he'd been able to bear it at all was something in and of itself, though it had certainly left more than a few marks.
"You've lost someone recently, I take it?" It's the reason most come to him, after all; to hear a message left by a loved one, to ask to see them again, to ask whether or not he thought they were happy with Mort.
Who are you? They ask. Death?
Sometimes... I say. But not today
Sometimes... I say. But not today
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.
