these mountains you are carrying, you were only supposed to climb
It didn't matter that it was cold, or that Remi had been sitting long enough that the sun had made its way across 1/4 of the sky already. It didn't matter that snow was falling gently all around him, that it was piling up on top of his curls, or that moisture had begun to seep into his boots despite the boiled and hardened fat he'd lined the insides with.
All that mattered was the outside and what he could see.
Though right now what he was focused on was what he couldn't.
Still the alchemist sat, bundled in his deer-skin jacket completely oblivious to the luxere grazing 10 or so meters away. For now not even their gentle spirits nor the warmth of their antlers could unsettle Remi's pale eyes from the barrier. Wearing the mask Ludo had given him probably made him look almost as unsettling as the god itself, but of course without a mirror Remi had no idea just how strange a man with sea-glass green eyes behind a mask of pure white might look, just sitting in the pale afternoon light gazing at nothing, must look.
All that mattered was the outside and what he could see.
Though right now what he was focused on was what he couldn't.
Still the alchemist sat, bundled in his deer-skin jacket completely oblivious to the luxere grazing 10 or so meters away. For now not even their gentle spirits nor the warmth of their antlers could unsettle Remi's pale eyes from the barrier. Wearing the mask Ludo had given him probably made him look almost as unsettling as the god itself, but of course without a mirror Remi had no idea just how strange a man with sea-glass green eyes behind a mask of pure white might look, just sitting in the pale afternoon light gazing at nothing, must look.
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.
