REMI
the alchemist
there's a feeling i get when i look to the west,
& my spirit is crying for leaving.
& my spirit is crying for leaving.
Immediately the touch made the Alchemist hum a low note of happiness, his hands rising to grasp Ronin's wrists as if he planned on them talking hunched over and close the entire time. Remi had gotten used to identifying and pausing in the moments before one of them shared some secret or another—gods knew they'd had more than enough of them—and so rather than saying something immediately, he took notice of Ronin's heartbeat against his finger, his husband's breath near his ear, and the fading whisper of his kiss against his cheek.
"The blood is Isla's." Remi began softly, not bothering to twist to look at Ronin. Instead, he simply leaned back against the familiar shape of his husband and continued. "I realized...I'd trapped her in that form. It hadn't been her this whole time and I just...ignored it, like everything else." Swallowing hard, Remi smiled sadly into the darkness. "So I freed her of it, thinking Delphia or Jigano might come to collect her soul, but it was Ludo who did."
"The blood is Isla's." Remi began softly, not bothering to twist to look at Ronin. Instead, he simply leaned back against the familiar shape of his husband and continued. "I realized...I'd trapped her in that form. It hadn't been her this whole time and I just...ignored it, like everything else." Swallowing hard, Remi smiled sadly into the darkness. "So I freed her of it, thinking Delphia or Jigano might come to collect her soul, but it was Ludo who did."
in my thoughts I have seen rings of smoke through the trees
& the voices of those who stand looking.
& the voices of those who stand looking.
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.
