REMI
the alchemist
I've said that hope I'll never find
To my myself I must confide
To my myself I must confide
By the time Remi arrives, it will be with knuckles stripped down to the bone, with eyes made hollow and empty from tears, and with a soul dangerously unmoored. If he could have been drunk he would have been, but despite his best efforts to exhaust his body and his mind, the Lullaby was far too aware of each and every poor decision that had led him to this place.
Once upon a LongNight Remi had begged Ludo to bring Isla back to him, thereby promising his soul to the herald. It seemed a small price to pay to keep his best friend in his life.
Then, during the last eve of Leafchange he had killed her as that debt was called in. That, too, seemed right, especially when one considered how little of Isla's brilliance had been left in the body Ludo had placed her in.
Now, Remi would ask to forget her. The cost this time was on par with his bargain to keep quiet about Safrin's trickery when it came to Vanya; perhaps it was even higher. He would pay it, without regret or hesitation. Loving Isla had never been a choice—it hadn't even been the sort of thing that made sense, but gods he did. He did, he did, he did, and he would never stop.
That soon the cavernous agony he felt inside of himself would just be gone seemed both impossible as well as unfair. The thought of it had brought him to his knees several times throughout the night, and now that he stood before Ludo's shrine, he was similarly lowered. With one hand against the bark of the tree and with his head bowed, Remi closes his eyes, fixing Isla's face firmly and brightly in his mind for the last time. "Ludo.." He calls in a ragged voice, drowning himself in a world of pebble-blue.
Once upon a LongNight Remi had begged Ludo to bring Isla back to him, thereby promising his soul to the herald. It seemed a small price to pay to keep his best friend in his life.
Then, during the last eve of Leafchange he had killed her as that debt was called in. That, too, seemed right, especially when one considered how little of Isla's brilliance had been left in the body Ludo had placed her in.
Now, Remi would ask to forget her. The cost this time was on par with his bargain to keep quiet about Safrin's trickery when it came to Vanya; perhaps it was even higher. He would pay it, without regret or hesitation. Loving Isla had never been a choice—it hadn't even been the sort of thing that made sense, but gods he did. He did, he did, he did, and he would never stop.
That soon the cavernous agony he felt inside of himself would just be gone seemed both impossible as well as unfair. The thought of it had brought him to his knees several times throughout the night, and now that he stood before Ludo's shrine, he was similarly lowered. With one hand against the bark of the tree and with his head bowed, Remi closes his eyes, fixing Isla's face firmly and brightly in his mind for the last time. "Ludo.." He calls in a ragged voice, drowning himself in a world of pebble-blue.
That there's no choice outside your mind
when your heart is overthrown
when your heart is overthrown
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.
