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.
"I believe she is. Ludo said she was grateful to be set free, and it certainly seemed as though her soul rose up to Mort." Remi shrugged slightly beneath the weight of Ronin's arms. "All I know is that she's no more dead now than she was the night I found her and demanded her to be brought back. " Swallowed hard, Remi imagined what it would be like to have stuffed Aoife into the body of a bird or a butterfly. How horrific that would be to all that she was.
How truly stupid he'd been.
"Ludo.." Remi fit his hand beneath Ronin's, curling his fingers through his husband's from beneath. "..owns my soul now. That night I promised it anything of me, and such was its payment. It didn't take it and said it wasn't planning on killing me—" The yet was palpable and didn't need saying. "But it said how poisoned it had become. Said it needing cleansing." That too made the Alchemist smile sadly into the night. Where once his fingers might have turned into feathers to brush against Ronin's, now there were only his hands there.
"It took..." Suddenly, it felt harder to say. It wasn't shock wearing off, the realization of it all not suddenly occurring to him, and yet saying it out loud was...strange. Softly surreal. "Nearly everything. No more creation..no more lion..no earth, no water...no strange way of seeing, no..." Were he able to communicate with Ronin silently anymore, he would have. "...no attuned abilities, saving for the shifts it left me with. Hawk, and manticore." The Alchemist's melancholy tone was subdued as he finally tilted his head to peer up at Ronin that he might gauge the hunter's reaction to all of this.
How truly stupid he'd been.
"Ludo.." Remi fit his hand beneath Ronin's, curling his fingers through his husband's from beneath. "..owns my soul now. That night I promised it anything of me, and such was its payment. It didn't take it and said it wasn't planning on killing me—" The yet was palpable and didn't need saying. "But it said how poisoned it had become. Said it needing cleansing." That too made the Alchemist smile sadly into the night. Where once his fingers might have turned into feathers to brush against Ronin's, now there were only his hands there.
"It took..." Suddenly, it felt harder to say. It wasn't shock wearing off, the realization of it all not suddenly occurring to him, and yet saying it out loud was...strange. Softly surreal. "Nearly everything. No more creation..no more lion..no earth, no water...no strange way of seeing, no..." Were he able to communicate with Ronin silently anymore, he would have. "...no attuned abilities, saving for the shifts it left me with. Hawk, and manticore." The Alchemist's melancholy tone was subdued as he finally tilted his head to peer up at Ronin that he might gauge the hunter's reaction to all of this.
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.
