hope keeps us breathing, just to kill us in the end
It wasn't fair to expect Ronin to be faithful in his dreams. It wasn't fair to expect that of anyone, and yet in the moment, Remi was bitter, and hurt, and angry. Biting down on the inside of his cheek, his misery and upset as palpable and copper-bright as the blood now forming against his tongue, the alchemist raked his fingers through his hair. Barking a sound that was between a scream and a sob, Remi rose and stormed towards the edge of the ocean.
How COULD you, he wanted to scream. But of course, the answer was obvious. Ronin hadn't though it real. That it had been a dream.
But WHY. Because she was a goddess, and beautiful in ways the alchemist never could be. Because she'd been present when he hadn't.
Was it WORTH IT. But no, of course Ronin would say it wasn't.
Gods Remi wished he had a leg to stand on here, a way to justify his disappointment, his fury, his undescribable hurt. A weapon with which to lash out against Ronin if only to ease the suffering he felt. But he didn't, and so he took it out on the sea.
Mounds of sand rose up from beneath the lapping waves, only to be decimated by blasts of water made icy-cold by magic. Roaring with vocal chords entirely inhuman, Remi continued to assault the landscape in every way he could: the sea boiled and appeared to turn red as blood. All animals within the area would be compelled away, squeaking and squeaking unhappily into the night. The sand turned hard and spiked, rising up into pillars only to be flung out towards the stars.
The worst of it was, powerful as Remi had become, none of this was particularly taxing. And so rather than sinking back down to his knees, weak and exhausted and perhaps slightly satisfied by this tantrum, when finally Remi ceased his vengeance, he just felt all the more empty for it.
Goosebumps scattered up his bare torso as he bowed his head, gripping the sand in his fingers. What is her name? He asked in that same dull tone.
How COULD you, he wanted to scream. But of course, the answer was obvious. Ronin hadn't though it real. That it had been a dream.
But WHY. Because she was a goddess, and beautiful in ways the alchemist never could be. Because she'd been present when he hadn't.
Was it WORTH IT. But no, of course Ronin would say it wasn't.
Gods Remi wished he had a leg to stand on here, a way to justify his disappointment, his fury, his undescribable hurt. A weapon with which to lash out against Ronin if only to ease the suffering he felt. But he didn't, and so he took it out on the sea.
Mounds of sand rose up from beneath the lapping waves, only to be decimated by blasts of water made icy-cold by magic. Roaring with vocal chords entirely inhuman, Remi continued to assault the landscape in every way he could: the sea boiled and appeared to turn red as blood. All animals within the area would be compelled away, squeaking and squeaking unhappily into the night. The sand turned hard and spiked, rising up into pillars only to be flung out towards the stars.
The worst of it was, powerful as Remi had become, none of this was particularly taxing. And so rather than sinking back down to his knees, weak and exhausted and perhaps slightly satisfied by this tantrum, when finally Remi ceased his vengeance, he just felt all the more empty for it.
Goosebumps scattered up his bare torso as he bowed his head, gripping the sand in his fingers. What is her name? He asked in that same dull tone.
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.
