when the heart of this wide-eyed wanderer
Remi is....acclimatizing himself.
Blind as he is now, the world feels and seems to be a very different place. Slowly magic has seemingly slipped into his ruined eyes and let him see in painstakingly low-contrast shades of grey; the exception being persons or places he knows very well. At least, that's what the thinks the connection is. So far nothing he has run into has disproven this theory, but as it is, it is incorrect. More on that later though. Probably.
For a long time the alchemist did not go to the Atheneum. There were a plethora of reasons for this: it was the place Loren had worked when they first came, was one of the last places Remi had seen the man he had loved, it had been a place of tension given his interactions with Jigano, and, finally, it was a place commoners were not allowed to be (at least, in the world Remi had originally come from). Some of those reasons still had weight (the Jigano-reason, primarily), and while the others had faded, like old scars, they still silvered his memory with their presence every now and then.
But it was a place that Remi was fairly certain he wouldn't find Zariah or Edy, and so though it was not a place he felt particularly welcome or comfortable, it did feel safer than the streets outside.
Entering, his pale eyes narrowed to try and make the most out of the desaturated world he found himself in, ahead there was a faint glimmer around the former of a rather willowy-looking man. Recognizing the flop of hair and the lithe proportions, the alchemist smiled to himself as he made his way over.
"Seiji?" The alchemist whispers, coming up from behind him.
Blind as he is now, the world feels and seems to be a very different place. Slowly magic has seemingly slipped into his ruined eyes and let him see in painstakingly low-contrast shades of grey; the exception being persons or places he knows very well. At least, that's what the thinks the connection is. So far nothing he has run into has disproven this theory, but as it is, it is incorrect. More on that later though. Probably.
For a long time the alchemist did not go to the Atheneum. There were a plethora of reasons for this: it was the place Loren had worked when they first came, was one of the last places Remi had seen the man he had loved, it had been a place of tension given his interactions with Jigano, and, finally, it was a place commoners were not allowed to be (at least, in the world Remi had originally come from). Some of those reasons still had weight (the Jigano-reason, primarily), and while the others had faded, like old scars, they still silvered his memory with their presence every now and then.
But it was a place that Remi was fairly certain he wouldn't find Zariah or Edy, and so though it was not a place he felt particularly welcome or comfortable, it did feel safer than the streets outside.
Entering, his pale eyes narrowed to try and make the most out of the desaturated world he found himself in, ahead there was a faint glimmer around the former of a rather willowy-looking man. Recognizing the flop of hair and the lithe proportions, the alchemist smiled to himself as he made his way over.
"Seiji?" The alchemist whispers, coming up from behind him.
beats in time with yours
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.
