that's the thing about pain // it demands to be felt
"Don't let us interrupt." Remi chuckles softly from the doorway as he lets himself in, making space for Ronin to follow. Coming to stand at Isla's side, the alchemist peers over her shoulder into the bundle of blankets she holds. Just as it does every time, Remi's breath is stolen by the sight of the boy swaddled in the medic's arms. His eyes have become an even brighter blue since the last time they were here, he's sure of it.
Nodding that Ronin should be the one to take Mateo from Isla, Remi's mind seemingly expands out into the room, adding additional touches of he and Ronin to every surface that the boy might be surrounded by their love and affection. There are instances of Isla as well, and of Vai. Less frequently are happy memories of Ashetta, of Ianto and Vanya, of the sunny moments of lives lived long ago. One day their son will come to know the tales of the Star and the Lullaby, but for now it's enough that there are flashes of their past.
Nodding that Ronin should be the one to take Mateo from Isla, Remi's mind seemingly expands out into the room, adding additional touches of he and Ronin to every surface that the boy might be surrounded by their love and affection. There are instances of Isla as well, and of Vai. Less frequently are happy memories of Ashetta, of Ianto and Vanya, of the sunny moments of lives lived long ago. One day their son will come to know the tales of the Star and the Lullaby, but for now it's enough that there are flashes of their past.
THE
ALCHEMIST
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.
