REMI
the alchemist
Walk me home in the dead of night,
'Cause I can't be alone with all that's on my mind
'Cause I can't be alone with all that's on my mind
Remi walks the shore with Hadama and the others, Dahlia silent between them, and lets the wind tug at his curls and the salt sting the inside of his throat. There’s a flicker of doubt in his sea-glass gaze as it lifts across the horizon, looking not for beauty, but for signs of betrayal. His magic is already laid—thin and quiet and woven through the sand like fishing line—catching gently at the presence of every person he means to protect.
Dahlia ’s barefoot steps crunch beside him. He can feel her, still raw with the kind of rage that’s harder to shake than the void. Her hands are scraped and trembling. Her voice—when it breaks free—is rough from disuse and screaming, and though her apology is aimed forward, Remi still hears the blade in it. Still remembers the way she’d smiled when she thought Flora wouldn’t rise again.
His jaw works as he exhales slowly through his nose.
There’s no satisfaction in seeing her brought low. Not really. Just a prickling tension in his chest and a wordless ache behind his ribs that has nothing to do with her at all. He doesn’t speak to Dorian. Doesn’t look too long at the still figure waiting by the surf like he hasn’t already rewritten the shape of the world. Instead, Remi just plants his feet in the sand and listens—to the crash of waves, to Ronin’s soft fury beside him, to the quiet strain of the net he’s holding taut through his bones.
He hopes Hadama is right, but his hands don’t shake for having kept them ready.
Remi casts Spread Thin over the group.
Magic: Spread Thin | Can soak the damage cast at all allies within 60ft. Cannot use any other actions.
Type: Light | Rank: Mastered
Dahlia ’s barefoot steps crunch beside him. He can feel her, still raw with the kind of rage that’s harder to shake than the void. Her hands are scraped and trembling. Her voice—when it breaks free—is rough from disuse and screaming, and though her apology is aimed forward, Remi still hears the blade in it. Still remembers the way she’d smiled when she thought Flora wouldn’t rise again.
His jaw works as he exhales slowly through his nose.
There’s no satisfaction in seeing her brought low. Not really. Just a prickling tension in his chest and a wordless ache behind his ribs that has nothing to do with her at all. He doesn’t speak to Dorian. Doesn’t look too long at the still figure waiting by the surf like he hasn’t already rewritten the shape of the world. Instead, Remi just plants his feet in the sand and listens—to the crash of waves, to Ronin’s soft fury beside him, to the quiet strain of the net he’s holding taut through his bones.
He hopes Hadama is right, but his hands don’t shake for having kept them ready.
Remi casts Spread Thin over the group.
Magic: Spread Thin | Can soak the damage cast at all allies within 60ft. Cannot use any other actions.
Type: Light | Rank: Mastered
So say you'll stay with me tonight.
'Cause there is so much wrong going on outside
'Cause there is so much wrong going on outside
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.
