i've been the prince, i've been the pauper, been the star and played the fool
Remi glanced over his shoulder and simply nodded once. It didn't surprise him that he hadn't been recognized. In the years since he'd last seen the pale woman he'd changed drastically; scars silvered his throat and amassed on his chest. His sea-glass eyes no longer sparkled with optimism and light. Even his curls seemed lacklustre now. Then again, it felt like a lifetime ago he'd stood in Maea's fields talking about the work that needed to be done on her farmhouse. He didn't pause to wonder whether she'd endured as many lifetimes as he had in the time that spanned between them; Remi now wore selfishness like a ill-fitting coat.
Barefoot too, and shirtless as well as he was wont to be in the heat, Remi continued onwards unbothered by the pale shadow he'd picked up.
"You're a ... follower of Ludo, aren't you?" The alchemist asked, his thickly accented voice only vaguely conversational in its gruffness.
Barefoot too, and shirtless as well as he was wont to be in the heat, Remi continued onwards unbothered by the pale shadow he'd picked up.
"You're a ... follower of Ludo, aren't you?" The alchemist asked, his thickly accented voice only vaguely conversational in its gruffness.
been the winner and the loser, in between them, too
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.
