This scar I can't reverse, when the more it heals the worse it hurts
Closing his eyes, whether out of an attempt to better understand or simply because he's overwhelmed, Remi drifts through the murky waters of what he feels. It's as if the world is clouded in a layer of film; even where it appears thin, the image on the other side is wrong in hard to specify ways. Greens and blues that should be sweet and soft turn brittle and cold, and smiles look like frowns with sharp teeth.
Opening his eyes to peer into ones he had once gazed into with surprising easiness and familiarity, now he only stares for a moment before frowning softly. The threads of her words match the colours he feels from her fingertips, and yet Remi can't say that his worries are resolved. 'There is no question I will always keep them safe.' He agrees in a low tone, his accent making the words sound sweet even he's agreeing to kill the mother of his children should it come to that. 'But until there is a way for me to know they are safe..." His eyebrows raise to express what his trailed-off words do not. ..you cannot be alone with them.
Suddenly though her forehead is against him, and Remi finds himself peering down at the top of her crown of golden hair made slightly uneven because of the snow. "They are..." Closing his eyes the alchemist tries to think of what it had been like in Mort's presence, filled with warmth and wonder, in an effort to soothe away the feathers appearing in his curls. "..good. Children here have a tendency to age differently, but for now at least, they are still as they were." Still young. Still innocent and free of the memories they might have made had they been older. "We can go and see them together, if you like." He offers, surprising even himself.
Opening his eyes to peer into ones he had once gazed into with surprising easiness and familiarity, now he only stares for a moment before frowning softly. The threads of her words match the colours he feels from her fingertips, and yet Remi can't say that his worries are resolved. 'There is no question I will always keep them safe.' He agrees in a low tone, his accent making the words sound sweet even he's agreeing to kill the mother of his children should it come to that. 'But until there is a way for me to know they are safe..." His eyebrows raise to express what his trailed-off words do not. ..you cannot be alone with them.
Suddenly though her forehead is against him, and Remi finds himself peering down at the top of her crown of golden hair made slightly uneven because of the snow. "They are..." Closing his eyes the alchemist tries to think of what it had been like in Mort's presence, filled with warmth and wonder, in an effort to soothe away the feathers appearing in his curls. "..good. Children here have a tendency to age differently, but for now at least, they are still as they were." Still young. Still innocent and free of the memories they might have made had they been older. "We can go and see them together, if you like." He offers, surprising even himself.
REMI
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.
