these mountains you are carrying, you were only supposed to climb
Not a particularly observant man when it comes to his surroundings, it takes Seiji's cry of alarm before Remi is even aware that he has been disturbed. Had he been paying attention he might have seen the way the luxere raised their heads from where they had been grazing to regard the man hedging his way closer, might have heard the crunch of snow beneath his weight. Or, had he been really attentive—nay, attuned—his animal senses might well have identified the approaching man. But of course Remi's mind was lost in an impossible and unhelpful whirl of questions, all directed out and towards the barrier. What it meant, how his mask might in anyway be helpful at all in unraveling its secrets, and so on and so forth.
With a jump of his own, Remi shuffles and glances hastily over his shoulder. The shock of dark hair and the presence of someone unknown makes Remi's jaw drop, but of course behind the mask it's impossible to see. With a startling blur, images appear around the musicians. Though Remi is not aware of it yet, the mask also allows him to see memories. Violins and concert halls, gulls scattering into the grey sky near the roar of the ocean, a pale cat refusing to move from a windowsill.
Blinking with surprise and confusion, the alchemist pulls the mask from his face, revealing cheeks pink with cold and adrenaline which floods them with even more colour. Fluttering sea-glass green eyes take in the stranger, but quickly Remi's ever boyish and immediate smile appears, and he offers a shaky laugh. "I did not hear you, my apologies." He offers, voice thickly accented but gentle. Rising and dusting some of the snow off of his pants, he grins, fully unaware of how terrifying he likely looked just then.
With a jump of his own, Remi shuffles and glances hastily over his shoulder. The shock of dark hair and the presence of someone unknown makes Remi's jaw drop, but of course behind the mask it's impossible to see. With a startling blur, images appear around the musicians. Though Remi is not aware of it yet, the mask also allows him to see memories. Violins and concert halls, gulls scattering into the grey sky near the roar of the ocean, a pale cat refusing to move from a windowsill.
Blinking with surprise and confusion, the alchemist pulls the mask from his face, revealing cheeks pink with cold and adrenaline which floods them with even more colour. Fluttering sea-glass green eyes take in the stranger, but quickly Remi's ever boyish and immediate smile appears, and he offers a shaky laugh. "I did not hear you, my apologies." He offers, voice thickly accented but gentle. Rising and dusting some of the snow off of his pants, he grins, fully unaware of how terrifying he likely looked just then.
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.
